It`s Sunday. I arrived back in town Friday night but this has been the soonest I could get back to my blog to fill in the last few details of the Road Trip to Nowhere. Forgive me. Or not. I don`t care... just keep your clothes on.
Let`s go back: Friday morning. The last day of the crazy road trip. I`m tired out and can barely see straight. Nevertheless I got crap to do. I got people waiting for those last few items on my list to be checked off. I`ve got millions and millions of fans depending on me! Ok... Maybe 20 or 30 semi interested if there is nothing on TV at the time.
I hop in my van around 9, after a great sleep and breakfast at Maple Hill (PS: They have a clothing optional sign at their hot tub. What is it about Maine and nudity??) It has rained overnight and 90% of my birthday markings have been washed away off my van. The inside is completely trashed from my neglect and I start thinking about what Mark is going to say when I get home. I leave anyways.
Along the way, I stop in Bangor to buy out the whole cosmetic section at Big Lots (mascara $1!) , fill up the van and buy lunch secretly for the guy in the pick up truck behind me in line at McDonalds. Thank God he only ordered nuggets and fries because I'm just about broke.
At the border, the customs guy asks if I was at a wedding or something while eyeing my smudged out writing on the van windows. I say no. He asks more questions. I reply in short answers until I can't take the seriousness anymore and show him my list along with my passport. It's the first time I've ever seen a customs agent smile. He looked at the windows again and said, "I sure hope that stuff comes off." Does he know my husband??
While driving home I took my letter of regrets and love letter, tore it to little bits and threw it into the river while speeding over it. It was like celebration confetti and I thought to myself that this is a celebration from my regrets. The past is over and this is the New Year's celebration to a new year. No looking back.
I had so much fun and adventure on my trip. Yes... I would do it all again, even the creepy naked bed and breakfast, even the sweating my ovaries off sleeping at Walmart, everything. I think if I miss my adventures once I get home, I'm just gonna go to Walmart and toss condoms into carts and take pictures. This time I'm going to follow them to the check out line. :)
I urge you all to do something crazy this week. Life is too short to be so busy, so serious all the time. I've heard over and over again this week from my awesome stranger friends how "life is too short", "we only live once", etc... and you know, they're right. And the thing is... we don't have to drive a million miles to get a little crazy... let's start at home.
I'm happy I could make so many people smile this week. I'm glad to have heard their stories. I'm looking forward to the next 40 years... my way.
Thanks for reading and taking part of my adventures.
Debby
A year and a half later and there are still people reading this silly blog? Do you people have nothing better to do with your lives?? Haha! Hey! I want to hear all about your silly adventures, too! E-mail them to me at debbyclements@icloud.com or find me on Facebook and send me a message! I'd love to hear about your mid-life crisis! 
So... I'm thinking that this whole "Big Crazy 40" thing has to continue. I miss the traveling, the writing, the crazy ideas from my friends.. so guess what? I think we have to keep going. After all, I'm 40 all year, aren't I? And do any of you REALLY think I'm going to stop doing crazy things just because I'm not celebrating anything specific? No. I didn't think so.
After sanitizing the fountain at Old Orchard Beach, I decided to go for a walk and explore the area and it's natives more. I met some great folks like this Grateful Dead groupie couple..... and some stoners that made me a deepfried oreo, and some pizza place girls working on the boardwalk. Everyone had a story and everyone signed my shirt and listened to my adventures. I wish I could remember them all. Next time I bring a video camera. 
On my way out of OOB, I saw some firemen washing their truck...and their station house was attached to guess what?? I police station! SCORE!! I parked the car, went up to the first cute fireman I saw and showed him my list and asked him if I could get a few pictures. The good old sport not only let me on his truck, but also signed my shirt, got his buddy to do the same and then went inside to get a couple of Scarborough's finest to come out and let me get my pic and ride in the car. What good sports. I'm glad I stopped.
On my way to Augusta for the night, people continued to honk and wave and I enjoyed every minute of it. I rolled into Maple Hill Farm around supper time and jumped into the "clothing optional" hot tub right away to check off another item on my list... since many have cried "mistrial" over my topless adventure in Richmond. Done. I was then invited out to supper with my new friends from the south. Did one thing have something to do with the other? Who cares. I got a free supper out of it. 
After a few more honks, waves and peace signs, I pulled into the Dollar Tree to buy some scissors to make amendments to my birthday tshirt. If I was going to wear this all day, it had to be a lot cuter. I cut the arms off, cut out the neck and made cute little ties at the shoulders and chopped off the bottom. Now, I looked worthy for my fancy Denny's breakfast.
While eating my free breakfast, I over heard at the next table that there was a birthday there as well. Of course I had to go over and wish the boy a happy birthday. Luis was turning 10 today and was on his way to Six Flags. They had seen my van and wanted to get a picture with me. I told him I needed him to sign my shirt, he was too shy at first but then after his mom signed it, he was practically bouncing in his seat wanting to be next. All the waitresses and cook came out to sign my shirt and ask me about my trip and wish me happy birthday. It was great! I felt the love. Before I left, I gave Luis a big hug and the ten dollars my friend had given me to buy flowers to pass out (this was better) and then ran back to my van to get my glass markers. I came back in and gave the markers to Luis and it made his day. It was so fun to see him so happy. This is what life is about.
I continued my drive to Old Orchard, waving, honking and thumbs up all along the way. I had lost count after 100 and didn't try to keep count any more. I was just enjoying feeling the love and good wishes from complete strangers. There are some really great sports out there.