tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69561438314621452712024-03-07T17:45:05.687-05:00Worst. Road Trip. Ever.Keith and Jeff are on a poorly planned, even more poorly executed road trip. <br>
This is their story.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/uhjeff/427058141/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/427058141_151a2f5d5f_o.jpg" width="485" height="755" alt="PTA" /></a>Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-2629260655526406692011-11-12T14:06:00.001-05:002011-11-12T14:06:06.172-05:00<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-52011580641849680762008-08-24T19:58:00.002-05:002008-08-24T20:03:19.325-05:00We're Baaaaaaaaaaaaack!I wouldn't call it a comeback...<br /><br /><a href="http://eastinfection2008.blogspot.com/" title="East Infection Animation by jrujrujru, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2792951279_b01e1bf9d9_o.gif" width="325" height="487" alt="East Infection Animation" /></a><br /><br />It's really more of a flare up.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">For more road trip blog hilarity, please see <a href="http://eastinfection2008.blogspot.com/">East Infection 2008</a>. We promise that you'll only be slightly disappointed.</span>Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04554578947040967229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-63973725895620431842007-03-31T10:43:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:23.142-05:00The Birthday Gurl!Happy Birthday, Jon! We miss you and we are on our way home for your Special Day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxch8nPJszZhCqk9zOc3rfIU1-98pj_7z4nSv8snQRhCWmaVcsg1KgCl2DI8DdIe7IW-qBAQM0aSF1QT1j8CRH_M7jB1FY2-ustAYeG0UjHLkqYQ7VqFP6lLT2Alz4ADWuZuEkpYUw8k/s1600-h/Haircut.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxch8nPJszZhCqk9zOc3rfIU1-98pj_7z4nSv8snQRhCWmaVcsg1KgCl2DI8DdIe7IW-qBAQM0aSF1QT1j8CRH_M7jB1FY2-ustAYeG0UjHLkqYQ7VqFP6lLT2Alz4ADWuZuEkpYUw8k/s320/Haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048116854368180242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxKgUqxIplDaRonxAk09ZN-fWD0mXhRzDL6_GHgHsLj06DOrbSo6NT5kzHxF6ATJwWlc_L4kHIdqghhX7_oUZDjKHppE0IFGhiqteSEw3FqYGOS-fQ1TiV8hE9Mk8sCOMY2SNZ5YVBFs/s1600-h/Jru1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxKgUqxIplDaRonxAk09ZN-fWD0mXhRzDL6_GHgHsLj06DOrbSo6NT5kzHxF6ATJwWlc_L4kHIdqghhX7_oUZDjKHppE0IFGhiqteSEw3FqYGOS-fQ1TiV8hE9Mk8sCOMY2SNZ5YVBFs/s320/Jru1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048116858663147554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg374xMKPYaeO9G6xs6n-FNba5nxNCXg1RQXrQ7iBHhQrjDR3AuNmKCFFTYncXflldHvvi8Y7RBNsuSDUz6uaH9yA6_ZVRMDEZMauHsfhTrWihw1UKNcfGrByEWusqbSVkUStXRSC9l0Oo/s1600-h/Jru2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg374xMKPYaeO9G6xs6n-FNba5nxNCXg1RQXrQ7iBHhQrjDR3AuNmKCFFTYncXflldHvvi8Y7RBNsuSDUz6uaH9yA6_ZVRMDEZMauHsfhTrWihw1UKNcfGrByEWusqbSVkUStXRSC9l0Oo/s320/Jru2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048116862958114866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG0dNMwxoQwwhZb9lspb5f0cC3YYAqPgtse-YWIAuU8a2slwIW0uAbZMl-week8gizSLy-Wzi8uGD7gnywEhzBBBxdoa4S4PsNzuKF_k1L25mHvuSW9FOs5DY2XvWnRAXTGHUQ5hpV9vw/s1600-h/Jru3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG0dNMwxoQwwhZb9lspb5f0cC3YYAqPgtse-YWIAuU8a2slwIW0uAbZMl-week8gizSLy-Wzi8uGD7gnywEhzBBBxdoa4S4PsNzuKF_k1L25mHvuSW9FOs5DY2XvWnRAXTGHUQ5hpV9vw/s320/Jru3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048116867253082178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjj0dLFeOqC47ZntCD1GwOSNRy6p-93669JQs-M-JBkYFGWZpZMPrzZFao_0EqSPZ5_pnFU2VOZ5oukhi2EJg-VPOjZViHkJIOP8QgvNYXKafSKictDz49xgT1hMwL4AfsOC9CnjlzqQ/s1600-h/Jru4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjj0dLFeOqC47ZntCD1GwOSNRy6p-93669JQs-M-JBkYFGWZpZMPrzZFao_0EqSPZ5_pnFU2VOZ5oukhi2EJg-VPOjZViHkJIOP8QgvNYXKafSKictDz49xgT1hMwL4AfsOC9CnjlzqQ/s320/Jru4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048116875843016786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Photos Courtesy of Ruane Family Archives, Inc. <br /><br /></span></span>WEOOOOO!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFWZmk_w0iUW6k_SDdEjYUmZ5Qgi5F04zQ2pQAHV7ld9G-2EAwHZwsvNIUpOtUABNH8ybMjBEySZzvO-JePne44iGuZpEHeaGaGoIBX652sWQylxo3OQGw78cDlRlgKjqV0DmZ4JaqVM/s1600-h/PICT1565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFWZmk_w0iUW6k_SDdEjYUmZ5Qgi5F04zQ2pQAHV7ld9G-2EAwHZwsvNIUpOtUABNH8ybMjBEySZzvO-JePne44iGuZpEHeaGaGoIBX652sWQylxo3OQGw78cDlRlgKjqV0DmZ4JaqVM/s320/PICT1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048117434188765282" border="0" /></a>Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-64288003743745336622007-03-31T10:00:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:26.127-05:00End of the RoadSo the end has finally come. After having one last breakfast with Rotten Ralph and Screamin Tina, thanks again for your hospitality, and I hope the new bathroom is lovely (Hey Tina, are those tiles from Color Tile?), we packed up the HHR one last time.<br /><br /><div align="left">But not before we went to Rotten Ralph's bus yard so Adam could geek out on the school buses. It was pretty hilarious to watch Adam on the bus. My camera was still being wonky, so here is an artists re-enactment of the scene...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048557693730161714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_N-xEXyh3bbR5i_i7NXocMh8r48ZOIPFScIGy2hymXUGpXT_EvfW0ThGlwjJcom30d5zH3zGbIkTo3-S3jNIG6lhbmCXBXJl9aFpB3KjquA8FO6aK84LAIgz_RJ_w-Y9J9j1033MoDOa/s320/cheshirecat.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">G A Y!!!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>With that we bid a fond farewll to Philly yo! I had a great time there, all of Jeff's friends were so amazing and welcoming. I can't wait to come back and visit. Could I write a few more run on sentences...I have an English degree, I swear. Anyway, we drove the stupid HHR up to Princeton New Jersey to have lunch with Tony Sitoy. It was so great to see her, and Jeff and Adam's other friend Shannon. But then they started reminiscing about the good ol' days at their radio statio PST. Hi, I might have been a little bored, but thats cool, Jeff and Adam were so excited to see them.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>After lunch, we headed up to drop of the stupid HHR. We couldn't have been more excited. Arriving at National Rent-a-Wreck in Newark New Jersey, we were all in great spirits, we were heading to New York, we were finally getting rid of that giant piece-o-crap, when tragedy struck. We forgot to fill up the F'ing gas tank. AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>So we had to leave the rental lot and drive around Hell, aka Newark New Jersey looking for a gas station. After nearly dying 7000 times we finally filled up the car and dropped it off. I would have done a cartwheel, but I was too tired. So we hopped on the train and headed into NEW YORK!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>We checked into our hotel, Adam was very good with the planning, which was great because Jeff and I are idiots and can barely manage Mapquest. After freshening up, we hopped into a taxi and headed for Little Italy for dinner. The restaurant was absolutely delicious, we ate so much (big shock there), Jeff loved his meal so much he decided to wear it...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048554880526582610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2IC7lhqFLKpSnru0WHfeAvRzOeuXw_jKwQ84wBoEAHxF8eOoGQjlvxDTczH8QRI2EsTLyT09BwjKS9emElRVAwL4IB9Hj4jtAcSdJOv51mIu4MNFY5IBOmy_Wtbix5l3-iqvBs7nGCYw/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+343.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Mmmm, Gnochi</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>It is so amazing to have friends like Jeff and Adam, they truly are family (Jon was sorely missed though, we just aren't the same without the 4th Golden girl).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048554992195732322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqK0uqu7S90Aa5C6nt3H1ZjjgKmmwgpKyTbMr5egWJUrMgZltIKWkdcUDeuEYotDzQKXvoL1LAU8ujuoD9gIYZkGDKOuBObJ3XyKwfrsWt0hzXx30EVgS8-JqTrhbevoJ4iECtAHQJMkuy/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+348.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Look how fun!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048555112454816626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASYDX6Xx_z3nJNcJNsio2TR21cu5AA1pILe6eXL85WrAzR8DbtVHB7bYE5LKjKW6-g4u7IQPvDano_uqKCR8yy_A_1CGimmsi9tG7FF3ryrhROL1SwiSbJxSgo8T_r4Y3y1UNnEoDkQwk/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+349.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Cafe Napoli, YUM!</span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /></div><br /><div align="left">After dinner we headed off to hit the bars. Adam was in charge and he took us to a couple of bars, called Splash and G. As we were heading there, I texted Brad and he siad "those are two of the most ridiculous bars in New York". I laughed, it was the perfect way to end the worst road trip ever! Actually the bars turned out to be equal parts fun and ridiculous, but the fun was mostly because I was with Jeff and Adam. It's sad to say, but now it's time for the last photo recap!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048556478254416914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi763oVoR3jnt-QW6Ma9EjsrtjWrz7PYqFlhApi5KTp4vOQQY6VY8Elltyir08G4kX68LUA8ZxXZqr510joMibtH6SmaAVqt2iOKDTRnwj4voefGVsvk3wcNS7OwyNbjz-2GsqgjvW4m7Uj/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+384.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">At Splash, still relatively sober</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048555387332723602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHeouBEt0vf9tJxLI4xqVwh165kWDG0i2lW-S8hWb-gFGAhJRF2gky3KDzGvb0TwoM_okub7Bb_HhJBEFMhjgnrXc9FtyNkXN1lXeh-euf2mwUwqmAbikGjfWXeY1hNJt8hsGYcNlysm-L/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+356.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Cheese!</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048556237736248306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEjjqCA5Te9PZlFQWLyC7IPiXX6gfY5HbnPFiDPmlmRiFF2lv0Yi3YWqaO4Nf01_teYTqbkILRw9LyTnDrhTDckueqvOEm2KkMBR9_EcjTaxOywdfsOSS9X5q7kT_dxXeTZ6CVpqT8CLk/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+374.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Aww, look how cute</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left">And here is Adam ogling the bartender...</div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048555262778672002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueGdK9tfuVpsS2RbqikswnbKf2AeEOBLQzrX2b4wfG-pqCVeaizRraV_VrN-ltm23VnanSx9PLOBRIEbBPCYhqTl7YfGbys6ho1C0jzJ_YVeGzA2i-o0YYTB9kAkoGkC519t-0cujI8a5/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+352.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">So, what's a guy like you doin in a place like this?</span></em> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048555619260957618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfR6RKpI-RJLUmHd70zgWwYVBdfAtWqLPWIg6AlhitVcDE2fo9natvV6pHBTJXVB1EhT4XizGT1v9LQz0gp0rT3QXROU-Q82y_6FweuZgbMImJ5hkw8XtNgnBNjUJ1n3Z9orgHdGB6QvjF/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+365.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Everyone say Vodka!</span></em></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048568998084084802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1p1bOhN82KKkiq1dbbtD4sbiHxcxW8KPH7ADx4aF3tqdvk1F3LlCo5-Db8Uz7S0mlyaW92hyewhMkRACBr-XcWpN8i51QDta8wStjP6vfslmJjkDqJTNC1JpahVCCO1u1lH7VA_m1Dwl3/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+369.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Gurl, put your records on!</span></em></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048556375175201794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_GQj1FhnPE5oq7V8EQfFGC5kNhyphenhyphen__rCLa7DqbrQEoTkaD2-yFSY0DWOub7OxozVxy8PCtX7ME_1gAI6xEGXnQ4k6WalNRomTo_TvEXQ0-HSNGA3hW3CT-rNmduZPVodcVs4B3nEj6grG/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+378.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Uhh, I don't know what to say</span></em></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048555516181742498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsdnvA1z93vwMd-jSEaNjjmuMmOaaht8Hf_fVq2qPhNhfxETNWlWmpAvwNMujsNWdpKnZ08RigQrcmSTlmE84D6z3f4xkGMAqgm0jiCtobMSTSNNNlNQY3UAX_loOlLUeO4rLqYJUQLzA/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+360.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeff get out!...unless you're paying</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048555885548930002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQj90ZNUqosetmi51soiuG2B3dgx-kf5ZuW4HkYNIe7xMIsUWb58BAMD0gJLnGCXHsFzA5HPRVlwtXnXoPlguTbnNnfiNvbWDe8QzbIwntxJ2XflEPK6KiGCWsMNmUrhC0gJ8Ymw2m2NL/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+372.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Watcha doin Bookie?</span></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048556126067098594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R12aMvZ3rVvgUE3c654Zzb8EWCWrA7l7JOEpD_2pg_jEbBk1DoKecPuUhz3EH1Wp3Id1aFP4SRblS5Uo9PNguyQzDcKZYJr8-ps5rVGrjzfLFCaq10pJHArhmNipFpzMWERpQtefsJZd/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+373.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">That looks like fun, I think I'll join you!</span></em></p><p align="left">We had a great time at the bars. After partying we hopped into another cab and headed to a diner at about 100 o'clock in the morning. New York is a blast, especially with those 2 idiots! I'm sad that the worst road trip ever is over, but I am lookin forward to getting back to LA and seeing Brad. That's all folks, it's been real. Smoke em if you got em (I don't know what that means, but there you go). Hope you enjoy my entries, if not, who asked you anyway!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048556577038664738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4z45yKpBrifpHRGcGKexg8BB9UkTIGmq0RMavG8vqar3TsUIhjNSOxPbOcbuK1UYO9G41x1N6yXIixbxn54-dJ6skL9hTPzYeIubzwo6Me1_1eXk_tcSsi1GMaHJmY6-bFIC9mChbKaX/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+392.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">SEEYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKbye</span></em><br /><br /></p>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-3893297659279945952007-03-31T09:59:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:29.565-05:00TGIFUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div align="center">Well Friday was a VERY exciting day for me. Jeff and Keith finally made it to my parent's place in Cherry Hill, NJ (after Jeff got lost for the 100th time...ofcoursehedid) and we headed for Northeast Philly, home of the Nucera household and one of Philadelphia School District's bus depots!!!! Now here's the thing....I kinda have a thing for buses. The way I descrobe it, some people like cars, some like planes, some like trucks and um...I like buses. So Jeff told me, if I was a good boy on the trip, we could go to see his father's school bus! At one point I thought it wasn't going to happen. Jeff yelled at me and I may have said "Hi, I'm nice!" ... so we made it to the bus yard!!!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SOAzPiUUcuOLct68v8mZW-TMXIzhegUUB6UsUbMecoLi8ZV0d55v9Qia9ki_1uXrDmM1vg9AEC-eNbHoIZbbYTSgSQXGTakmiypx1keCULTDqvN-EeMp8xXTFLPW6XnrSzuMm8PBoCg/s1600-h/IMG_0091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048104955170771090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SOAzPiUUcuOLct68v8mZW-TMXIzhegUUB6UsUbMecoLi8ZV0d55v9Qia9ki_1uXrDmM1vg9AEC-eNbHoIZbbYTSgSQXGTakmiypx1keCULTDqvN-EeMp8xXTFLPW6XnrSzuMm8PBoCg/s320/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When we got there, RottenRalph was patiently waiting for us by sweeping out his bus! He gave us a quick drive over to bus #583's parking spot at the yard and we got to watch him park it! It was sooo fun!!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMi-ZmsvSezXSp_INdeSnAyri2A5SHCNaRpf3LPlr809p41wawUTPOyKZEDDNfmxijVyJKzPPtL0P3JfGbnVhrWWnsCARx_wQQ6kLzoWVPtuAlMpd5PMDI8bM4tAtMAeVmKTW4SUPkmR0/s1600-h/IMG_0093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106720402329778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMi-ZmsvSezXSp_INdeSnAyri2A5SHCNaRpf3LPlr809p41wawUTPOyKZEDDNfmxijVyJKzPPtL0P3JfGbnVhrWWnsCARx_wQQ6kLzoWVPtuAlMpd5PMDI8bM4tAtMAeVmKTW4SUPkmR0/s320/IMG_0093.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"> </a><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Sit down and shut up!!!</span></em><br /></p><p align="left"><br />Once he had #583 parked, I got to play!! He had me walk to the back of the bus and push the special button which allows the bus to shut down since no kids were left on the bus. And I ot to sit in the driver's seat. Fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPI8xTfkTESbuinEKHp7jhY8fJwbPBuCOX6xg_qX9UV5f7_PmXRrHQFhNlHAuxXvnn8ZZXwGAV8LgUlZqJl-s-5GT9-k9_2SmD18Jnn0nCmy5CEJatWEzLtpNxYvrXSVouTHCzzgXWAg/s1600-h/IMG_0097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048107566510887106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPI8xTfkTESbuinEKHp7jhY8fJwbPBuCOX6xg_qX9UV5f7_PmXRrHQFhNlHAuxXvnn8ZZXwGAV8LgUlZqJl-s-5GT9-k9_2SmD18Jnn0nCmy5CEJatWEzLtpNxYvrXSVouTHCzzgXWAg/s320/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hi, I helped!</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkncWJPL6b9jm0nXDupTYSA4O8clq8RrVSJOUXUg5GjoWxEqZHXMyWxp2XGbZTaZoU7f6UPGX54OyqmLIPFJWEIQOiK_Il3lzXFIqcG5Jc2xP0jjQ0DHJJOcGIewfyTBvBCia4o0zIdY/s1600-h/IMG_0103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048108172101275858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkncWJPL6b9jm0nXDupTYSA4O8clq8RrVSJOUXUg5GjoWxEqZHXMyWxp2XGbZTaZoU7f6UPGX54OyqmLIPFJWEIQOiK_Il3lzXFIqcG5Jc2xP0jjQ0DHJJOcGIewfyTBvBCia4o0zIdY/s320/IMG_0103.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</em></span> </p><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Hv0pPoRyzM7Qz80wXeTQseYKGU04lZzJ5pCvb39ppqUOP67FhCHQ-211-orQg7Tyf5ndi1fHP61BttAqIqJ4iJXlU5PTKhTP5Kz3USVETGsZd2KPJc5txSBYRttnSs0hIGmKGv_eCl0/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048108867885977826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Hv0pPoRyzM7Qz80wXeTQseYKGU04lZzJ5pCvb39ppqUOP67FhCHQ-211-orQg7Tyf5ndi1fHP61BttAqIqJ4iJXlU5PTKhTP5Kz3USVETGsZd2KPJc5txSBYRttnSs0hIGmKGv_eCl0/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>RottenRalph gives me the thumbs up while I hold the fire extinguisher.</em><br /></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048109692519698674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji50JvhorfwOcr3Js_w2qb_B2L19hreqoM4E4zr4Z9xC4fiUgA1qXuPnZ8lLrDR7uQo022GxDrEeFwtF_MGPuauThkRl1yYtpMUuZDGA7Q627GYYF7YPKHlya33whP92CjJM45KppLLxc/s320/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I am VERY excited!!!</span></em><br /><br />Then it was off to Princeton to see Toni and Shannon who Jeff and I used to work with at our old radio station WPST. I haven't seen Shannon since I moved to LA almost 5 years ago. It was so awesome to see her. And I was also VERY excited to see my Asian Beauty, Sitoy!!! HOT!!! We talked about old times...we laughed, we cried, we laughed again. Okgood.</p><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90HcgjnH07DWSP2QzJOems8COcfYp8UXA18uDlhlJqZoVJD-SNaNq5eGSbQgyFKajlyO2-WrDUvYEUZ6Xk_UhaXd2Xxfti2BLOZrxDkxmKcJGSdAv3IDmHfcEQe7ONaPC7wHY9U9pKBU/s1600-h/IMG_0141.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048110684657144066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90HcgjnH07DWSP2QzJOems8COcfYp8UXA18uDlhlJqZoVJD-SNaNq5eGSbQgyFKajlyO2-WrDUvYEUZ6Xk_UhaXd2Xxfti2BLOZrxDkxmKcJGSdAv3IDmHfcEQe7ONaPC7wHY9U9pKBU/s320/IMG_0141.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Yay!! PST reunion!!<br /></span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFijAi3zZ7rf2aFgpYtcx9wwqorMCNXuaWqN8tKDlimCI6VsWunHnvIjOK9jGJArifgCEcgqlcwND6fpb6hAlzm_8ZP0KJ7-l-wzcy1f1ak8aXcThTnViscsQADqktDQvCKQSaah1pY6s/s1600-h/IMG_0140.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048111049729364242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFijAi3zZ7rf2aFgpYtcx9wwqorMCNXuaWqN8tKDlimCI6VsWunHnvIjOK9jGJArifgCEcgqlcwND6fpb6hAlzm_8ZP0KJ7-l-wzcy1f1ak8aXcThTnViscsQADqktDQvCKQSaah1pY6s/s320/IMG_0140.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>We love our Sitoy! And she tastes good too...kinda like chicken. HOT!!<br /></em></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4T5vmMoNotPmp_Fbpezu-5qmNrUxTYzKdRqo5UTLOMgp4-RnhUjNflmRnEpai6kNz0XB_UAJMYXpAu_N1QpVTbQv-L44LVj_WpqqeWoYZlTyW1LxpzheuhZQuHj5hxcoC2sGl3vHx3FA/s1600-h/IMG_0139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048111371851911458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4T5vmMoNotPmp_Fbpezu-5qmNrUxTYzKdRqo5UTLOMgp4-RnhUjNflmRnEpai6kNz0XB_UAJMYXpAu_N1QpVTbQv-L44LVj_WpqqeWoYZlTyW1LxpzheuhZQuHj5hxcoC2sGl3vHx3FA/s320/IMG_0139.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Keith may have been alittle bored listening to us telling old stories....That's ashame for him.</span></em></center><br /><br /><p>Then it was off to the BEST city, NYC!!! I LOVE NYC!! I used to go out in NYC almost every weekend while in college and before moving to LA. This place is awesome!! It may be hard to believe, I used to be quite the club kid while in college, which may explain why I get so bored going out now. Every weekend out in NYC til 8am, Friday and Saturday nights. It was fun!!<br />I haven't been out in NYC for years! So we finally got into the City, checked into our hotel and headed out to dinner aorund 9:30...very typical for the City. After an INCREDIBLE dinner in Little Italy, where I think I gained 100lbs.<br /></p><center><br /></center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetmc_Qvxl19Tp-YeFsHmkdyC2-rhtr25Wka5kmk2X1j-f3kikeBE4CsoxUtcLX85J5ybASN1dWKniHAxnbG_etuZHUK8bha6ddb5GXhPczEj7gJ0I8Jg6SuKmZXrmM_aS2boJEwBjmUk/s1600-h/IMG_0159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048112724766609714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetmc_Qvxl19Tp-YeFsHmkdyC2-rhtr25Wka5kmk2X1j-f3kikeBE4CsoxUtcLX85J5ybASN1dWKniHAxnbG_etuZHUK8bha6ddb5GXhPczEj7gJ0I8Jg6SuKmZXrmM_aS2boJEwBjmUk/s320/IMG_0159.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Food coma and happiness from the chianti! </span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /></p>After we were done eating it was almost midnight and time to head out to a couple bars!! Nothing ever closes in NYC, unlike LA where at 1:3oam, everything is closed. LAME!!! So we headed to 2 places I used to go to back in the day, Splash and G, both in Chelsea. Well of course we drank our faces off. I think I'm still drunk. At around 3am or so, we headed to the Tic Tock Diner in our hotel for some greasy diner food. YUM!!! Ofcourse we all may have been alittle drunk.<br /><br /><center><br /></center><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOtFqG4i9D1zy8GwU3JpSyyalITjT8ewg-xLubO3fodVbIxdDrgtE70V50H9p52dR8VFaZPGYaHxzYzBDw-pGVle5Xhh26CKExofXFHNY-02b6F9ypD-14WghfkD3w2Q2vMDkcW1fMcM/s1600-h/IMG_0177.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048113785623531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOtFqG4i9D1zy8GwU3JpSyyalITjT8ewg-xLubO3fodVbIxdDrgtE70V50H9p52dR8VFaZPGYaHxzYzBDw-pGVle5Xhh26CKExofXFHNY-02b6F9ypD-14WghfkD3w2Q2vMDkcW1fMcM/s320/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Drunks!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAL2t1NankYVCxSi52u77r98db_wmHXW24vrNvAE_QGmarCEPy5vVA6H-thu3eJBHdUUuhtZT6dJPHRvoXIR6BrMvWixdn474M5Lsd5ps4-6vcyd_a2onboQLahmVF4DdLX2Qa9TPbNA/s1600-h/IMG_0173.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048114120630980946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAL2t1NankYVCxSi52u77r98db_wmHXW24vrNvAE_QGmarCEPy5vVA6H-thu3eJBHdUUuhtZT6dJPHRvoXIR6BrMvWixdn474M5Lsd5ps4-6vcyd_a2onboQLahmVF4DdLX2Qa9TPbNA/s320/IMG_0173.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nothin'!!<br /><br />The last few days have been SUPER FUN!!! I'm so glad I joined Jeff and Keith!!! </p><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakDn5J8WrtQrRm5-KpOZiAJO6BnKeMHs4-UUvBj2z31Jz4_KY89bgAjrM4IDuQRRhfG0rpsL8JSJYvyJU0efkH8KStFFBxsq1dkvcJMffRnIVPK_303EnoQM9DehKR22sbo8jFXsRdco/s1600-h/IMG_0180.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048114756286140770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakDn5J8WrtQrRm5-KpOZiAJO6BnKeMHs4-UUvBj2z31Jz4_KY89bgAjrM4IDuQRRhfG0rpsL8JSJYvyJU0efkH8KStFFBxsq1dkvcJMffRnIVPK_303EnoQM9DehKR22sbo8jFXsRdco/s320/IMG_0180.jpg" border="0" /></a><p align="center"><br />Hi, he needs LOTS of help!<br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-83147989325321724792007-03-31T02:00:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:32.777-05:00Hazy Daze<div align="left">So we got to North 3rd, this great little corner bar in a part of Philly called Northern Liberties. I wish they had more bars like this in LA, because hi, it was fun! I continued my trend of having all things Philly, so I drank Yuengling beer, a local brew, that is soooooo good!!!! And here's the thing, it was only $3 a pint, fancy!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">So we started drinkin....and drinkin...and drinkin, you see where this is goin? Hi, my camera even started drinking, hence all the hazy pictures to follow!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">One by one Jeff's crazy friends started to show up, and they were all a complete mess, in the best possible way. Oh and Bookie's brother Matthew and his soon to be wife Monica were there too. It's a little weird with Adam and his brother together because they look exactly alike...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047882825518940770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9hcBANKPXcI-etWVUDKUoSF1-F8xB5y8a-qLhsVHXwT-9aGeDUpQf1W-i5ghiFyHAORoU6LCS50rb1hz9v_8yablBsS1MUfSttb1hgN4BP4VJ8ZS5DG6Izxz3MDJ8Hop4A-J7YMarHNG/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+313.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">See what I mean</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Thankfully I was too full of food to get drunk, but I couldn't stop drinking the Yuengling, it was delicious. Thought I can't really say the same for everyone else, because little by little everyone turned into a bunch of deviants. That's right folks, time for another photo recap!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047883302260310658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gpEs2H4GI1kUeDZSncu5S1EH8HSjXhEmo0zKPtxrTH_Bs2nZT-_N7d7ERJOWIAasODfh6mFyxje6NHziqhw_Bj5k9Brr3_WTCojGfy5Y6BIUTlZbgDsHaroUObfFvd2XoNZZKuOpsKi9/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+324.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeff and Keith joy</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047884101124227762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGa9b705Kwszuqa_qQsqbcBp0id4MWcFPZf3RzZ5dSs9vL9zqrG-Z6MxY2sdCcpYe87LLlhShMy09zcI7FeMrdnLsPptuF5JWQf3RYNH73f8STc6SU3yuiovQt264pEKZzvnCwinKd9bc/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+321.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">We miss you Jon!</span><br /></em><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047883508418740882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUVFiZ7aCFAnsQZLvVuJJG_vU33iE2QiWSF1TVBy806tA5X6ym5B3FcqMYgEP6hwF9QJ7-sIp6mLAsMr-wDOz5KRhoTnqVcMyQTuNndMwfROrBJ7aa0QMJVoakl-PKbrTl0UAPl7cGwUO/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+327.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Really!? With the bunny ears</span></em></p><p>That's StupiDonna's friend Michael O'Connell and just like Donna, that kid aint right! </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047884784024027874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4T0OMpz94Jf7p37yhMOPF260w09zsztpYcyOCvkVs70tS7m_t12M59a9tDI9KPUOs5gqArR0NcoLQcuvwjZr1J3uUT2we898quQFXd7NfSBPrE_XwhacRVtAR_ZsCQ0Me6mWP4ST-16gT/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+316.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">aww Jeff and Stupid Staci</span></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047885041722065650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0KHu5S3mTLdfNYYEcnkxY1ehg0sLCqUW93Ji2ckaI93dyxKSlaaoCEhw88qqWDHGMbMcFaJkDO3MaBYJgVxaGwgvAlwr8jDBel1zwXE9OA-VAazhwIktdHdlvvKpHq7r-FPzDla3f8Kp/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+328.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Megan tells the best F'ing stories in the world</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047884294397756098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghW5W14MH0wOLf7-siSDvaOXVG1-APxnVmBe3CqkgdnoZvRMFSp_2RMOV2hF6TKEiCTDeqDE_FLjo0r8Zsw5yAk-68WPcFZvYrOlLNJ1vOvJF8bi4Gbi4tFadlHQ8vjSV_A2ONd-oGDVUX/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+319.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeff, Jess and Rob joy</span></em><br /></p><p>And here is Bookie holding one of the glasses that he ended up stealing from the bar! What's wrong with you Bookie. Stop your petty theivery, we're makin memories!<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047883783296647842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogwRp8E8HQ4rC-qIMlTeLoGAaUfOjFKQsiwGQbKdSSe052SYqJIO5fBY6we7Ama3sAcFB4KB-DZWV7NLXNdS_xv_g94Zyq2j2aG9mu-mXHcub8U6Dtyp9EtcqxvZd1ay3oRnsy50voR2f/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+314.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Do prison jumpsuits come in pastel?</span></em></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left">Then things just started goin downhill from there. Jeff attempted to do a lame bit, normally he would just go to comedy jail, but the masses turned on him. I can't even remember what the bit was, but apparently it just sucked</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047885239290561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq7p9bHLzWb_oeui3Yp2ODF0VNUiycYXE9v1HZm8yGSkF1Q1JeZoA_9xl1fYMnHn_5eylFutnTP4YcGQTegOPuExRmp69m6hC3mWRG3Q5sKDfYYESnaU6Vp20yVRZAcpTEb_f68WdsliAU/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+330.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Comedy jail death squad</span></em></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047886141233693506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimm-vzmBXeCV6Rph5cooKYpEK2ClK3-PHZM8vQWlWUEDtNAVUIcbV-hKJguOjykhTIekg8iX_hV5nxTEKH1D56abhN9q1g8UIKev5WdOAenOCslJY0yxCNPdbq6oX2UJLsJd9npXafr0ve/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+340.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Nobody has faith in me!</span></em></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047885475513762578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRBsAhw-VugEGbcJUqotl0bF-lq4PBuS45vnL_myZvUStgxrSoPSji5VOel3mjCHFPChgS89w-lF5__lqciQeOMxnAyW53RJbWkN2sZz11h7Fgk1NxAi4h8wVNqM8GCP00J-aS2DuGCz3/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+334.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Say BOOB!!!</span></em></p><p align="left">Then Adam, after having pint number 742, attempted to deface the giant roll of Mentos that Staci brought back all the way from Europia for Jeff.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047885789046375202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44gfBZ5nBOOAh-q5acyf15YKdwMOjF7vM74OUf_y0xpS83ofpfvWtKp_P5yUXsAYEztzrKFSaxv79Z0kgi8EKQREY49j2D19qv3TqWcWulZGaACsHF3ohaDbmPzLksHDFyL3hd5ALNQaI/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+337.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Is that a Mentos roll in your pocket oro are you just happy to see me?</span></em></p><p align="left">Jeff didn't find it quite as amusing as the rest of us...</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047885973729968946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobxhWb3yEXIKup8hic7g8_Q6N_-KfYxwgF-zejGoN14HFhAEy91xWefL7vnwX2qJs5pMX5Ehs4QZSA1FuubiKooZnLSuKNxdgZpq1BzlmpEJ5HfE8hAGn3MHvsj0FzZLJl_G6XhU7fmBu/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+339.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">You bitch!</span></em></p>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-14508868588639304252007-03-30T20:55:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:34.929-05:00City of Brotherly, Motherly & Fatherly LoveAfter dinner with the Bookbinders the other night, Keith and I went to my parents' house to sleep for five seconds.<br /><br />I've been dreading this leg of the journey, seeing as how my parents are...eccentric. Just the other day, on our way out of North Carolina, my father called my cell and all I could hear was yelling. My father asked, "Are you sure you want to bring your friend here?" I asked what all the noise was in the background and he informed me that my brother Chris decided to be mad at my mom today because he bought her some sort of pill box, and she said she didn't want it. Oh--did I mention he gave this to her about twenty years ago?<br /><br />When we woke up Thursday morning, Keith and I ran off to meet my brother Ralph for breakfast at a diner. My Philly friends all know how rare that is; despite having known some of them for 10, 15 or even 20 years, many of them have never even met him. (Most think he is made up.) He's kind of like Richie Cunningham's older brother. If you were paying attention early on, he was around. Otherwise, not so much. Although I'm pretty much cut from the same mold as my brother Chris and my sister Donna...Ralph chose a different path.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEhdzkKTuYRGc2I81q3_6xeE7sYXjzCXKWtzSqt2ACf6oakLPXkU7M2zNrfviKl9M7qHP1upTzUA6fQCEl6KgUyYr7cjfRt9XfKMWiigQ5uB9baqC9aPvnFESsz4MVXyLvaM5e9VZoYE/s1600-h/PICT0578.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEhdzkKTuYRGc2I81q3_6xeE7sYXjzCXKWtzSqt2ACf6oakLPXkU7M2zNrfviKl9M7qHP1upTzUA6fQCEl6KgUyYr7cjfRt9XfKMWiigQ5uB9baqC9aPvnFESsz4MVXyLvaM5e9VZoYE/s320/PICT0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048096122561042210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Yes, that's his truck. With a Nascar sticker.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMI3Rqt8WQMpIF7JJRrmk1H34MSlbslm2m2QwjZXe5DUCCFV7UITooAwJnfusfw6vyYY-OlInwCDj7EbA6p9XMIR7GvukX2KatGyrB3RzTaYavJCcZkmSeiLC032vyFoVhLC2opO653cQ/s1600-h/PICT0580.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMI3Rqt8WQMpIF7JJRrmk1H34MSlbslm2m2QwjZXe5DUCCFV7UITooAwJnfusfw6vyYY-OlInwCDj7EbA6p9XMIR7GvukX2KatGyrB3RzTaYavJCcZkmSeiLC032vyFoVhLC2opO653cQ/s320/PICT0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048096126856009522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ralphs</span> & a Jeff</span><br /></span></div><br />After taking Keith around to have some real Philly food, we went to Dinner With My Family. My niece and nephew wanted to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Friendly's</span>, although my brother Chris desperately wanted somewhere where we could all drink--because he knows how our family gets. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeV-HKJx27SzACPjv8MScMXSWN67O_mGm-4DokYena5K5lFkQsKxSXJiRxRGlozw0j2rCgRVM_kWSi6m55KtYzSWI9uHqQgf8P8_y91cmppf7OcSIglNNZW5lmjuazjQ9Aqkchs85k08/s1600-h/PICT0639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeV-HKJx27SzACPjv8MScMXSWN67O_mGm-4DokYena5K5lFkQsKxSXJiRxRGlozw0j2rCgRVM_kWSi6m55KtYzSWI9uHqQgf8P8_y91cmppf7OcSIglNNZW5lmjuazjQ9Aqkchs85k08/s320/PICT0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048100881384806402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It's not the same without StupidDonna!</span></span><br /></div><br />For example, here's what happens when you ask my parents, Rotten Ralph & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Screamin</span>' Tina, for a "nice" picture.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvP7xVUSjHZIewWSvHGsAxgnJwsVto3Tnmz471TWjtll4t8At4BA36BAw3VDvcvVoK9YzT2FKenF5ZaHuDqROlREB9UMGpa985DG0Ay9f2aciHsb50RiwR4lq0ofVqV_8MlWpBIdcDH8/s1600-h/IMG_0084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvP7xVUSjHZIewWSvHGsAxgnJwsVto3Tnmz471TWjtll4t8At4BA36BAw3VDvcvVoK9YzT2FKenF5ZaHuDqROlREB9UMGpa985DG0Ay9f2aciHsb50RiwR4lq0ofVqV_8MlWpBIdcDH8/s320/IMG_0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048099339491546994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I clearly didn't take after my father. . .<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Although I was a little nervous putting Keith and Adam in front of my family, I think they enjoyed themselves.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PcroxXWRRCeCKPFdDZckkULpNguzT_T0dp6SxXIwBDDY2g2iG_v-mv4HU9UVn8jJ41rQfRKJBj2DqgrMdXaIlogM-e4Li4LNmXiEy9t1nNGEKd-8rlDzHSsKrbkEjHoi33z5VtiDZ2s/s1600-h/DSCF1620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PcroxXWRRCeCKPFdDZckkULpNguzT_T0dp6SxXIwBDDY2g2iG_v-mv4HU9UVn8jJ41rQfRKJBj2DqgrMdXaIlogM-e4Li4LNmXiEy9t1nNGEKd-8rlDzHSsKrbkEjHoi33z5VtiDZ2s/s320/DSCF1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048100859909969858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh God. There are a hundred of them."<br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I must admit, I wasn't just afraid of how my family would affect Keith and Bookie. I was a little scared that their deviant behavior would rub off on my niece and nephew. <br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6zG2c6jYaGl9AvZIRFUv9iwKNyjJON6-IkqaOFFS2PQDAtQF6PL8M20dQxvxLS5YasTeeltUuBARnn9J02hSIBR7EWODRGmt5vsQ-3LmBInQpwxPAeouwbmSXB9LMYCwT5q0S3xYehc/s1600-h/PICT0632.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6zG2c6jYaGl9AvZIRFUv9iwKNyjJON6-IkqaOFFS2PQDAtQF6PL8M20dQxvxLS5YasTeeltUuBARnn9J02hSIBR7EWODRGmt5vsQ-3LmBInQpwxPAeouwbmSXB9LMYCwT5q0S3xYehc/s320/PICT0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048099356671416242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But I think Bret & Taylor are mature enough to handle anything. Kids today grow up so fast.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-NtTKK1LnudzsH72RYCmQafKdwtTBMmSCcDrynEXoe54FhBSsmntkwdzjWrDb9n-50bOEOp7Efdl5jKYkJiiERZUTzh0VVquhuEBkJFLBZVWgq8T84XDycAU1lSEjRyWXS46eF7KO2I/s1600-h/PICT0625.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-NtTKK1LnudzsH72RYCmQafKdwtTBMmSCcDrynEXoe54FhBSsmntkwdzjWrDb9n-50bOEOp7Efdl5jKYkJiiERZUTzh0VVquhuEBkJFLBZVWgq8T84XDycAU1lSEjRyWXS46eF7KO2I/s320/PICT0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048099348081481618" border="0" /></a>All in all, we had a great time--proving once again that even without liquor, we can have a normal, healthy, happy family.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTh-UMO-c1ohHmcQVcluUutyk_puKjyMQCxCnv_4_ZOxEECJhVRROORkbpRoH0RoB74-QtEGVZ5QZnMLd2rBUOrIPOg_YvoUShz-gop1eXI_Abd_UX1ATsioHz4wlbKkAM4_UeddbyMQ/s1600-h/PICT0623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTh-UMO-c1ohHmcQVcluUutyk_puKjyMQCxCnv_4_ZOxEECJhVRROORkbpRoH0RoB74-QtEGVZ5QZnMLd2rBUOrIPOg_YvoUShz-gop1eXI_Abd_UX1ATsioHz4wlbKkAM4_UeddbyMQ/s320/PICT0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048099343786514306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Taylor & Bret with their Uncle Jeff!<br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEM79o0IwwJLoX4WbdUIJIr9keMTeh4j4iWJeTytN2ANO1iLRnB5WtElYC7x1ITcJ5Ehv5JKRyT7Cd5gOVs8xDkI0Z7zwkwx7Gojg_vW8TYJt5Cix5s3sh7Wd702AT1cITl5eiXhxCIU/s1600-h/PICT0636.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEM79o0IwwJLoX4WbdUIJIr9keMTeh4j4iWJeTytN2ANO1iLRnB5WtElYC7x1ITcJ5Ehv5JKRyT7Cd5gOVs8xDkI0Z7zwkwx7Gojg_vW8TYJt5Cix5s3sh7Wd702AT1cITl5eiXhxCIU/s320/PICT0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048100877089839090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sweet, Sweet Taylor</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5mZpMR0eJ4Dgbs4XqAbwwztEoeIQ_apcSIgB5g5XkaBWL-RBNfh4QJYgC0kvvGuv3O7Azr51l5y00E0sKk0JqwGYa5i8V6Vgq8PNLTuK_-hMM57kzoLlgCbRy4Xz1aU1QBWf0XD3UV8/s1600-h/PICT0633.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5mZpMR0eJ4Dgbs4XqAbwwztEoeIQ_apcSIgB5g5XkaBWL-RBNfh4QJYgC0kvvGuv3O7Azr51l5y00E0sKk0JqwGYa5i8V6Vgq8PNLTuK_-hMM57kzoLlgCbRy4Xz1aU1QBWf0XD3UV8/s320/PICT0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048100872794871778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey Bret! Are you happy to see Uncle Jeff??<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie81s9QafC9_w-uflvOOjNhbb1Jl5ww1e8gnkCzA7SH8mPzKlutWQCPVY-qfniaKMSbVyh7NjOcM8n5fwC_yHCpi3s5_NYNyB-XyiQ2Hd_5Dr4p7UkQIcGhh6zYO3oQylEn4lL4YCbD6c/s1600-h/PICT0613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie81s9QafC9_w-uflvOOjNhbb1Jl5ww1e8gnkCzA7SH8mPzKlutWQCPVY-qfniaKMSbVyh7NjOcM8n5fwC_yHCpi3s5_NYNyB-XyiQ2Hd_5Dr4p7UkQIcGhh6zYO3oQylEn4lL4YCbD6c/s320/PICT0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048096174100649826" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My brother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chrisp</span> and sister-in-law Lauren. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Weeoo</span>!</span></span><br /></div><br />Well...maybe a little booze wouldn't hurt. . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4uSyy6c8UclKn9jBKN2gMk3J3Ixa_yZf1LYOEktRrmQr-iK2ScOJ0t_Urn-HD3lWf_dhyphenhyphencHCgIZfH8U9Hf5I28bmfCPN_Cx3FkKGrQanSnbBSrELOZhKj4PjLfxa6xe-ug_AqotedKE/s1600-h/PICT0621.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4uSyy6c8UclKn9jBKN2gMk3J3Ixa_yZf1LYOEktRrmQr-iK2ScOJ0t_Urn-HD3lWf_dhyphenhyphencHCgIZfH8U9Hf5I28bmfCPN_Cx3FkKGrQanSnbBSrELOZhKj4PjLfxa6xe-ug_AqotedKE/s320/PICT0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048096131150976834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Bret drinks the blues away.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">After dinner, Keith, Bookie & I headed down into the city for Booze <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">O'Clock</span>. More on that later. . .<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></div>Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-40906467321971640892007-03-30T12:40:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:37.352-05:00Filled with Rage and Deliciousness<div align="left">So we woke up this morning at Casa Nucera, after only sleeping about 4 hours, which is about par for the course, because we are deviants. Anyhoo, I was very excited this morning because Jeff and Bookie are taking me on a tour of South Street in Philly, and by tour I mean we are going to all the places with great food to stuff our fat faces, as if we haven't done enough of that already.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">So we hop in the HHR (Hungry Hungry Roadster) and headed off towards Downtown Philly yo! I was so excited, but my excitement was quickly derailed as everything started going awry. First there was this stupid woman at the toll booth who got out of the car to ask for directions...<br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047775717624512962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGShDdjbpQC2DFmX4CCu0FMCQ5ZQG709hJuI8eJ6b32Bl8vdPmfrrFEtRiQpJ6mHbIJJO_cBRhIKXC7BE4Ijj6MNFTuxWnTeQyhXq6XcuI3d9l1HsadRF7DpvaqqM0jJqLLZoV8snfcyl/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+284.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I bet she is from South Carolina</span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p>So after the toll booth debacle, we finally arrived in Philly!!!! Weooo!!!!!!!! Then disaster struck again. They were having some kind of bullshit protest or somethin, and pretty much all of Philadelphia was crossing the street. Idiots! So we sat for a hundred years stewing in the HHR (Heinous Highwaypatrol Roadblock). Hi I was getting into the spirit of Philly, I was very yelly.<br /><br /><br /><br />What if Philly was closed? Would I be able to get my cheesesteak? My water ice?? Panic was starting to set in. Even Adam was getting cranky...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047775464221442482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4ti27YDm9QBg1eGmLe_AqPB2jwu5UaH8BFGWxliHxLHNYaoZKk0LIb-qZCbbw4BUj43syJzgNnYnwb8Tvl5esxbq8LDHtw8Xrkjsdpgn-4bvkkLYY8J2lon8o4QMZALIbzIsrT-BALSf/s320/worst+road+trip+ever+289+(2).jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">That's a shame</span></em><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="left">But the road trip gods were on our side and we FINALLY got down to South Street. I ran as fast as I could (I really just walked, but it goes better with the story, shut up, don't judge!). After almost an eternity (or 10 minutes) we arrived here...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776610977710594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0DSyO06SBz_7azBKVFEenhxQsoV_pB3927eHSwO4zNQFh5PqyJ_nU1pZzM-_b1Ec-GsLFpb-NRSfYCxowuKzThl9v1VLi9Qt3MezaHhPsXdBYxbRGfscLcl_rzPLGou5yVo8O6vWZPp3d/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+297.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Let the Games Begin!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><div align="left">The moment had come, my first Philly Cheesesteak...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047775971027583442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBFOA1QIozmjMfIe0__l3HFYxa2nuPvf9vk58ozRhRXHv4crSIU1ik0QVlV-TLuiTn-ajtqeiASzL6_uhmEwA46SehiNORPZ47SJmvxMeah6aIer_uMffi-_4HfOXySbWZiUwPpZLVTza/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+291.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jim's is Itailian for YUM!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left">And that led into us to Rita's for my first water ice...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776168596079074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgJIWrrj00sqHO8hCggvJ7qesqguM9rSk7wXROOvJUM90y11n0zyYS5Mabyb8X2CqqW_CxTNqw9xxpKuZ4ez-mQuzgb7t9Mj5kA0Fzrpydlgiqq1gLdDZsFydw8PwSAPrnYLc8PZyXvES/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+292.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Rita's is also Italian for YUM! Hmm, weird, who knew</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">The water ice was absolutely delicious, it was like a fancy slurpee only completely different than that, it's hard to explain, I'm very tired. STOP JUDGING ME!!!! We had a blast in South Street, even if we were freezing our asses off, hi, it was like 1 degrees outside, or somethin<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776413409214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9zGIl7xElm_WiyVCatdHtciVkIE0KF9UBQmACEUunCPeOKNjvI9eSkNGAQ4Lkh24LPACVf1vn7GoEW8-JFFDFwE5H14caFLNLFZtctmTX65NYwjAV6y-Oek5e3b7XnoohStbZO7P6jib/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+295.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Where's North St. </span><span style="font-size:78%;">ehhem, how's it goin?</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">As we bid a fond farewell to South Street, it was time to haul back to Jeff's casa (or crawl because there were a billion cars on the freeway. On a side note, here is the bridge that Jeff missed 18 times yesterday...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776894445552146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGXVYhexpJ1xY0vw2qZMZqXI6p3VhpBexXOlaNik6Sff_lDBkWNQwjHMAJjnFHx5udLDC1mU6QM-dufsw9sQDtzVHttDN73uNH_Kn7-WI-IguKpuVZXXLqAeGQ7T7FZxZzvvyToLDE-T6/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+299.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hi, it's huge, Jeff is an idiot!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br />We went straight over to the happiest place on Earth for you guessed it, more food! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047783083493425746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0sHFKLZsKv37z3miRGRkGOrZOJ8P4ZrwAjUQRoA3uNSVNNDZrPf9HbQ3laHkP4qM6sK1_MHKbg8_SoOV0mj1xL_sOFb4NnpPcbyP3GSLSUiUpNdVju2_pWxsf4YLrkRgP644rhoeq3uR/s320/065a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="left">The rest of the Nucera clan was there. Jeff's brother Chris, his niece and nephew Taylor and Bret, as well as Rotten Ralph and Screamin Tina (aka, Mom and Dad). We had a great time, we pretty much took over the entire restaurant because we were so loud. I fit right in, weird. Jeff's niece Taylor is a riot, she is basically an 11 year old version of her aunt Donna (aww Donna, she aint right!). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047777113488884258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegQI3bK9Ud6VQSoZcSuMABq_K0S76M3xb3LqvEWvfp4qgt9bL93zsuBO-hkHom__GBGbziqrVGjx3nlT1-F_os-gRalPowH7Zi6j4fE7GKWH3cuvRdL-WDtsAW9FYCBtuHAh5lzuByC2U/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+304.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeff and Mini Donna</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047777319647314482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-2_hD6CLXi5WwX_dk_tpdnJlWCy2sAwkXDGUqAspMYzdmhh0hTR4GNO7FnzzQmXG9rI7oW7cJWCdCtH_g1gomKPvsbG55zCllX5dB9pG6Btf4pTOjdKdk1qr1upm1HHpX77SaHQGUkar/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+305.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Bookie and Burkeyjoy</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div align="center"><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047777512920842818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_hkvi2Bi0tXgXjD2aD-GfFOh4lilLfGtPY82rGesCp6-vVlFCfptuLvxcXudZ-Oma9MzWScJ75dNGUy7VFEIhPPsBO7sgXIwtZ1SzIRCDQSkFWB62acj3e7W9gTFI4hkIkrPxHqe79lE/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+307.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Aww, Rotten Ralph and Screamin Tina! So cute!</span></em></p><p align="left">Dinner was hilarious. Jeff's family has been so welcoming to the little rafter kid from Miami (hi, that's me, we're boat people). But there is no rest for the weary. It's off to North 3rd, a bar in Philly, to meet up with all of Jeff's crazy friends. More to come! Stay tuned!</p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-88377790871215556892007-03-29T10:04:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:40.390-05:00Going Postal!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGH_l8QZlyugwiJawHIJ8cdvIv9UIYbC_XGlZIceyjdjvCB0635IM7arofL0EUxLTKPgziR6fWIKcjB-EfSr0ziA4KMlymy84diSj4nE9pk3rm85Esucom8OyRm5Jfe5aOjHMQe_KFtg/s1600-h/PICT0487.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGH_l8QZlyugwiJawHIJ8cdvIv9UIYbC_XGlZIceyjdjvCB0635IM7arofL0EUxLTKPgziR6fWIKcjB-EfSr0ziA4KMlymy84diSj4nE9pk3rm85Esucom8OyRm5Jfe5aOjHMQe_KFtg/s320/PICT0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047364535011710450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">More crazy than plum.<br /></span></span></div><br />Yesterday, after we left the Plum Crazy diner post <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MollyJoy</span>, Keith and I embarked on the last really long day of driving. Actually, the total driving time wasn't anything compared to the past few days, but we had a lot of stops to make on the way.<br /><br />First up was my friend, The Postmaster. Psycho Sharon and I met the same day we both met Weird Al <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yankovic</span>, and have been friends ever since. (Yes, we're nerds.) She's a bundle of energy and has paid her <span style="font-size:78%;">(postage)</span> dues and worked her way up to Postmaster somewhere in Maryland.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyBy_bWHeqPQVpFI1jZh9LCkZpyDave54dek6oJSaWP2kZLG4nKeOUR_kd_TxsjG5Yr_oOwHGnuX1QDtOlBHffIw18mVW0UcJ92Nh8jSTBcHPw82s1ehNgzhXTai7yk7Hhu2t5I2jzO0/s1600-h/PostmasterSharon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyBy_bWHeqPQVpFI1jZh9LCkZpyDave54dek6oJSaWP2kZLG4nKeOUR_kd_TxsjG5Yr_oOwHGnuX1QDtOlBHffIw18mVW0UcJ92Nh8jSTBcHPw82s1ehNgzhXTai7yk7Hhu2t5I2jzO0/s320/PostmasterSharon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047369233705932338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Psycho Sharon: Postmaster!<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d9lgkU6ozU9Mu4ur9JiEuMItTLbfuDsRUMJ26dIZ6bhHXSraQo60ET7xWuz7P4AopcitFu5jgSukLJUGketzFpIdh3HlQ69m403fBfAiYY5beT5zygccenZ3Km7wDlViQtHMHSrzNNE/s1600-h/Stop!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d9lgkU6ozU9Mu4ur9JiEuMItTLbfuDsRUMJ26dIZ6bhHXSraQo60ET7xWuz7P4AopcitFu5jgSukLJUGketzFpIdh3HlQ69m403fBfAiYY5beT5zygccenZ3Km7wDlViQtHMHSrzNNE/s320/Stop!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047369242295866946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Only the Chosen Ones can enter!<br /></span></span></div><br />Sharon was kind enough to let us into the backstage area of the Post Office, where she walked us through what the carriers do before their routes each morning.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1VOO-v8LaDx-YMQfh8BKtsf9SfkEJl6sfIt_WvZmd9JFwSiI7gqy7w7B8aDKafFG50o9xgKD-_ce5HqsNVM6yIquZFrm0jXaA56p3qX5R0A5OUiutRQlTjbIiJHspUuhqEpf4FwKqoY/s1600-h/Hot+Mail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1VOO-v8LaDx-YMQfh8BKtsf9SfkEJl6sfIt_WvZmd9JFwSiI7gqy7w7B8aDKafFG50o9xgKD-_ce5HqsNVM6yIquZFrm0jXaA56p3qX5R0A5OUiutRQlTjbIiJHspUuhqEpf4FwKqoY/s320/Hot+Mail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047369177871357442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Served hot 'n fresh every morning!<br /></span></span></div><br />I used to call Sharon up to holler at her about the Hollywood Post Office (Big Red Gayle in particular) because it would often take tens of thousands of hours for me to get anything done while there. I would walk in holding a slip that told me I have a package waiting for me at the Post Office, and Gayle would take the slip and go into the back room. Sometimes for up to a half-hour at a time. More often than not, she would return empty handed. So Sharon showed us where these packages live and, it turns out, Gayle was just kind of an idiot. (Sharon simply confirmed my theories.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53sDPY4SMOYIarZw8gSG1cIJ5p7s2vzsuo96Pi1k-k3MOx1T1ClNaBOhQkg1jUUVqK5Bn9y6Wgg0TMRFCodFhs_OF8mWGHLT-0UJy3Ug9Rjbee0hK4q2BG9XFj3401Itfl0JpXHnuFcU/s1600-h/Keith+and+Postmaster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53sDPY4SMOYIarZw8gSG1cIJ5p7s2vzsuo96Pi1k-k3MOx1T1ClNaBOhQkg1jUUVqK5Bn9y6Wgg0TMRFCodFhs_OF8mWGHLT-0UJy3Ug9Rjbee0hK4q2BG9XFj3401Itfl0JpXHnuFcU/s320/Keith+and+Postmaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047369182166324754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Psycho Sharon: Postmaster of her domain<br /></span></span></div><br />Sharon then took us through a teeny, tiny secret trap door to show us what happens underneath the Post Office:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RLXyOnf7gVUjblvt2whHhEIVnv_gBtLf47Pxd0E5QcZFHE6bg0vNpQI2r4cfpBEgqOKu4mAI9cPw1skiIXh4MhmfUsp00boM1GtbGvjJncEoogUB40_VCVgmMt1YtFwBgkhg6zbqSqs/s1600-h/Confined+Space.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RLXyOnf7gVUjblvt2whHhEIVnv_gBtLf47Pxd0E5QcZFHE6bg0vNpQI2r4cfpBEgqOKu4mAI9cPw1skiIXh4MhmfUsp00boM1GtbGvjJncEoogUB40_VCVgmMt1YtFwBgkhg6zbqSqs/s320/Confined+Space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047372235888072290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Post Office Jail<br /></span></span></div><br /></div>As always with the Post Office, safety is a priority. So Keith and I had to promise to do our best to maintain a safe work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">environment</span> for the Community of Postal Workers, both in and out of the Post Office.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1frD13CS5TbDYHmjZFYzk8DwaK1lLKOE1wBntQ_ZX3qnZf9ZrwGI1RaqX-UnsNqpCLbkLMaMAlrGXyiJAqy31FcYYagtafipDBhhyfW3HBLbmjzkTx3ICNxvU1gLWb_EFnddNjJQFYWw/s1600-h/Keith+Pledges+Safety.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1frD13CS5TbDYHmjZFYzk8DwaK1lLKOE1wBntQ_ZX3qnZf9ZrwGI1RaqX-UnsNqpCLbkLMaMAlrGXyiJAqy31FcYYagtafipDBhhyfW3HBLbmjzkTx3ICNxvU1gLWb_EFnddNjJQFYWw/s320/Keith+Pledges+Safety.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047369229410965026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Keith Burke: Alert Citizen!</span></span><br /></div><br />Of course, sometimes I have problems following directions. . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnL2Dz2MA5X0mC7CDEIA9ea9h_YLvrBImGthcmufznrZWIHwvzAG8OfgtAMa6hwgdI3VjQv-zBypBw8NBX4LwK-StvbWO5zYp43vMe9pR3WNLIOTtEMOsui9NRovpd7lDxngdFa-H_CU/s1600-h/Thank+you+for+working+safely%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnL2Dz2MA5X0mC7CDEIA9ea9h_YLvrBImGthcmufznrZWIHwvzAG8OfgtAMa6hwgdI3VjQv-zBypBw8NBX4LwK-StvbWO5zYp43vMe9pR3WNLIOTtEMOsui9NRovpd7lDxngdFa-H_CU/s320/Thank+you+for+working+safely%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047372218708203090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I have problems.<br /></span><span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sharon soon escorted us out of the building and drove us a few blocks away to the Mail Sorting Facility! The tour then turned into a Sesame Street-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">esque</span> guide through the inner workings of the Post Office. Huge piles of mail are sorted through in mere seconds. Sharon even pointed out a little pile of debris, saying that this is where our letters go when the machines eat them! We learned all about optical readers (which can pick out what the zip code is on your hand written envelope.) Apparently, they have a 95% accuracy rating these days! Most of the actual sorting is done overnight, but Sharon's friend Bob was kind enough to pile about a thousand pieces of mail onto a machine that sorted them all in about two minutes. (Actually, the machine stopped working halfway through--but we got the idea.)<br /><br />We then saw all the sorted letters go into bundles and get placed on a conveyor belt, where little rods knock them into giant carts according to which zip code they're going to.<br /><br />All this was cool...but neither Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">McFeely</span> nor Cliff <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Clavin</span> were there.<br /><br />Oh well. After the tour of the plant, Keith and I had to haul ass out of town to have lunch with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ruanes</span>...so, despite our behavior, Sharon sent us on our way with some Post Office Prizes!<br /><br />We got pens, luggage tags and a neat-o Safety Kit, because clearly, we need one:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfrpgayfP76Z5ZeBi2pLv482vB84bHpyc_65WD2Tp7z9vZEbwFPweojIxm0nzEWJufpuOG4avRe8AYK6LlfD_0sP-PnXU6DRznoktKuKhu8ADcBu4m8jpSZxrFyhdMc-52OTsxUUkhR4/s1600-h/PICT0584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfrpgayfP76Z5ZeBi2pLv482vB84bHpyc_65WD2Tp7z9vZEbwFPweojIxm0nzEWJufpuOG4avRe8AYK6LlfD_0sP-PnXU6DRznoktKuKhu8ADcBu4m8jpSZxrFyhdMc-52OTsxUUkhR4/s320/PICT0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047379172260255346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Postmaster says: Stamp out danger!<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><span style="font-size:100%;">Soon, we were on the road, heading towards <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Casa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ruane</span> for lunch. When we arrived, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ruanes</span> were entirely too kind to us. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">MamaRu</span> had lunch totally prepared for us, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">PapaRu</span> had the Dress-A-Goose at the ready that Jon bought for them a few years ago.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVE6yh9nZoxz9MzC3c9SJpt2uz8jQg_Ld7QRnk_f7Rl97tLibc9o3oVg1ZFHq2L6Yke9S7-xDCVRMUPiEpgm-PSu49TzlZmIR_RBcsy-kvUxprroMbM7XP5EYB4AEw1yiN2S5z3kaxN8/s1600-h/MamaPapa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVE6yh9nZoxz9MzC3c9SJpt2uz8jQg_Ld7QRnk_f7Rl97tLibc9o3oVg1ZFHq2L6Yke9S7-xDCVRMUPiEpgm-PSu49TzlZmIR_RBcsy-kvUxprroMbM7XP5EYB4AEw1yiN2S5z3kaxN8/s320/MamaPapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047380666908874402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Awww</span>, the Ru's!<br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCri4NZ4Em14o0eKE8VXE6hkjQ9QwgjLaV0UMBsQ98KucSb4oJODemQBDvbLkDnrW-p7bVPq_p0ScgvTUNiupFxsNBPurNwhlqpqqP5d7HziSDZm1Trvd43l4T1mehlhHq53kKjzPCAuM/s1600-h/PICT0505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCri4NZ4Em14o0eKE8VXE6hkjQ9QwgjLaV0UMBsQ98KucSb4oJODemQBDvbLkDnrW-p7bVPq_p0ScgvTUNiupFxsNBPurNwhlqpqqP5d7HziSDZm1Trvd43l4T1mehlhHq53kKjzPCAuM/s320/PICT0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047380662613907090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Goose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Ruane</span><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39nX3ltxxuvjDY9VSxwGpijPz0NK1Kou8gMuM7ubLEOkKWzsJ_99LUhCjjvkIffGRNuG_QGCJgtc6Xvfc1XDcMmUVKU1yTSx3GzbhJ9pAVtnr_LUb9qAT5lRuNUpr0gW-yPJVaH8cg34/s1600-h/PICT0563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39nX3ltxxuvjDY9VSxwGpijPz0NK1Kou8gMuM7ubLEOkKWzsJ_99LUhCjjvkIffGRNuG_QGCJgtc6Xvfc1XDcMmUVKU1yTSx3GzbhJ9pAVtnr_LUb9qAT5lRuNUpr0gW-yPJVaH8cg34/s320/PICT0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047380671203841714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">PapaRu</span> with new best friends <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ChickenJoy</span> and Dress-a-Goose!<br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">PapaRu</span> took Keith and I into downtown Dover, for a possible audience with the Mayor.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-mCx4VClGHTA7vNMFHEpbynCxLpyTuoyuw03BRQCH6opJudUpKGc6Kub0iUe49Ath9VgDU610ZqoDcG-OobTnr7CYuaLMS-5-FTVH7rv87zTQS-0Zl2NmwvyFDcC0SOcLfb-cplvkac/s1600-h/PICT0544.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-mCx4VClGHTA7vNMFHEpbynCxLpyTuoyuw03BRQCH6opJudUpKGc6Kub0iUe49Ath9VgDU610ZqoDcG-OobTnr7CYuaLMS-5-FTVH7rv87zTQS-0Zl2NmwvyFDcC0SOcLfb-cplvkac/s320/PICT0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047381650456385234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Unfortunately, the Dover Mayor was out of the office for the day. But that didn't stop us from having fun around town! We went to the racetrack and casino, where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">PapaRu</span> nearly got arrested for snapping a photo of Keith and I playing Blackjack.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflfidK5P0xYKpU9bZS0FAxu130W19_bYl0OxeKIzlceAcFm93P8ZAdPwPGxtFhwJSX7PX7ZouvzrkiWQG4sLBMkZ_PvqfE9cl6TOvsjPdDSwQvajGvPtejnghQfu3W5kjqjkqga4GOOm4/s320/100_0693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflfidK5P0xYKpU9bZS0FAxu130W19_bYl0OxeKIzlceAcFm93P8ZAdPwPGxtFhwJSX7PX7ZouvzrkiWQG4sLBMkZ_PvqfE9cl6TOvsjPdDSwQvajGvPtejnghQfu3W5kjqjkqga4GOOm4/s320/100_0693.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Right before security swarmed around us.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Afterwards, it was time to head out of Dover, DE and into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Bookieville</span>, USA! On our way to Cherry Hill, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">ChickenJoy</span> went exploring inside of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">HHR</span>, and found the giant hole in the roof where the dome light was supposed to be.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvbch6b-5BLPg2whVV-kLBNgcDGPSxLHIYBTo75phDSmXqNVaEYFn6AJVjlYTBcR8UgyLG9TFcbeKDqi_IGba531ztqDb0YLSGdH6kgrZnJ507oTgibUE5abwqSeIq_Q85AGMtBYEs9s/s1600-h/Chicken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvbch6b-5BLPg2whVV-kLBNgcDGPSxLHIYBTo75phDSmXqNVaEYFn6AJVjlYTBcR8UgyLG9TFcbeKDqi_IGba531ztqDb0YLSGdH6kgrZnJ507oTgibUE5abwqSeIq_Q85AGMtBYEs9s/s320/Chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047384223141795554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tragedy Strikes!<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUr2UGQ1cwNlxDQBb_UOcdmW_xIaGf7M29wxfv1DAVKRa7nAVxfYXZsW3C9bprZ4jGckHKv-YTLNtAoZ5zA_7Iq0v-9PNvZfFTHWpuNSZvdBBcCy2tR55JYNdhwmuZwLH7oKnAz3N1YQ/s1600-h/head!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUr2UGQ1cwNlxDQBb_UOcdmW_xIaGf7M29wxfv1DAVKRa7nAVxfYXZsW3C9bprZ4jGckHKv-YTLNtAoZ5zA_7Iq0v-9PNvZfFTHWpuNSZvdBBcCy2tR55JYNdhwmuZwLH7oKnAz3N1YQ/s320/head!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047384227436762866" border="0" /></a><br />When the accident occurred, Keith and I scrambled like chickens with our... umm...well, we tried to hurry to rectify the situation. Luckily, we used Psycho Sharon's Post Office Safety Kit and rescued <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Chickenjoy</span>!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NzoObEp-b_zbLs3HtOyTKiYuyCsLCCRSNYRl3lQggNgo21XoQkQedze_sKrYbFn8Mr898OMnHmT5OmfuABSBY3K-eVCSt03F3jZhp_HhA-emanIVyAKrHWEBP7tW_TiQUzjeypV52S8/s1600-h/PICT0586.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NzoObEp-b_zbLs3HtOyTKiYuyCsLCCRSNYRl3lQggNgo21XoQkQedze_sKrYbFn8Mr898OMnHmT5OmfuABSBY3K-eVCSt03F3jZhp_HhA-emanIVyAKrHWEBP7tW_TiQUzjeypV52S8/s320/PICT0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047379176555222658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">We're expecting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Chickenjoy</span> to make a full recovery.<br /></span></span></div><br />By this time, Keith and I were clearly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">delirious</span>--suffering from lack of sleep and lack of a real car. So by the time we got to the Bookbinder Household, we were pretty much fried. Adam's mother made a delicious dinner and Keith and I ate our faces off. Mr. Bookie introduced us to the joys of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Grappa</span> Julia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctdIzovpKlJfI3x9XsfrfZIsgHPdX2oSDMapihM6Ry-Nhfd7z0FXr-oalhivXITv2YOqfOvb7iNCEcPZI1YVEW6Ywk64MUb3-VYftizKS07uTgKIG0I0EJzkxC6GyxIyDFyqeaYFgJJw/s1600-h/i-grappajulia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctdIzovpKlJfI3x9XsfrfZIsgHPdX2oSDMapihM6Ry-Nhfd7z0FXr-oalhivXITv2YOqfOvb7iNCEcPZI1YVEW6Ywk64MUb3-VYftizKS07uTgKIG0I0EJzkxC6GyxIyDFyqeaYFgJJw/s320/i-grappajulia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047385713495447298" border="0" /></a>It was described to us as a Grape-brandy. Adam tasted it and his head nearly popped off. So, of course, I had to try it. Upon hitting my tongue, the taste was remarkably similar to that of Robitussin (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">DM</span>!) And so, for a brief moment, I enjoyed it. Then, I swallowed.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsbEN6n-NlGZP9f-nQ0WAa-AOy_tfcpKT8sXkdps5NR3cFgPp8swCWhiLRaPHfcJOdbAaCPUc5x1cH-lzL3g2plOjbD7RQL1NhqywpKzspJ-4LCaTEqiKN4gLo3Tlpbyyn0KbTr83huE/s1600-h/fire.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsbEN6n-NlGZP9f-nQ0WAa-AOy_tfcpKT8sXkdps5NR3cFgPp8swCWhiLRaPHfcJOdbAaCPUc5x1cH-lzL3g2plOjbD7RQL1NhqywpKzspJ-4LCaTEqiKN4gLo3Tlpbyyn0KbTr83huE/s320/fire.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047385915358910226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Artist's rendering of me, Post <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Grappa</span>.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It literally turned into acid after leaving my tongue. My mind blanked out for a while, and the only other thing I remember of the night is Mr. Bookie telling us about a road trip he took with his buddy once, which involved the car they were driving sinking on the beach as the tide came in. After drudging the car from the water, they had to run with it to make it go fast enough for the engine to turn--<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">a'la</span> Little Miss Sunshine.<br /><br />Keith and I briefly considered going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Wildwood</span> and leaving the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">HHR</span> on the beach (only we wouldn't drudge ours out.) We decided against it, however, since neither of us could keep our eyes open. <br /><br />But the Bookbinders couldn't have been more gracious and we had a blast--even if we were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">incoherent</span> most of the time. <br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr92cZCWIGtKUEY7_MO2pvL-56XwC1zOXJDLmBfZgKczetoQxOg17mypFylgypHX1K7MKoYiUpGaWpnRU-bvrvxbNsnScF50-jxizsrN8WbdJhn_wXbH8LgEYMnf4oTwiNHs5ueI6Qypw/s1600-h/Bookies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr92cZCWIGtKUEY7_MO2pvL-56XwC1zOXJDLmBfZgKczetoQxOg17mypFylgypHX1K7MKoYiUpGaWpnRU-bvrvxbNsnScF50-jxizsrN8WbdJhn_wXbH8LgEYMnf4oTwiNHs5ueI6Qypw/s320/Bookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047380675498809026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Bookies!</span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />Today: Keith meets my family. And, by extension, so do you. I don't think I'm ready for this. Neither are you. Trust me.<br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-9747949307274568112007-03-29T00:07:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:42.490-05:00Ruanes, Bookies and a Sharon, Oh my!<div align="left"> Everyone knows that to start off the day right, you need to eat a good healthy breakfast. So of course we ignore that notion completely and went for a final grease and crazy filled breakfast with Mollyjoy at a charming little place called "Plum Crazy Diner". And boy did it live up to the name.<br /><br />At the counter was an interesting fellow, and by interesting, I mean crazy. He was decked out in his best pair of denim overalls, and a pair of black rubber boots, and for some reason, he had plastic bags tucked into both of his boots. I think it was to catch the crazy dripping off of him.<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Then came the 743 year old couple behind us. They were bickering back and forth, not making a lick of sense. But the best part was when we got up to leave and I noticed that he had a name tag on. I thought, aww, that's cute, until I looked closer at what was written on it. Apparently, he was a randy ol bugger, since his nametag simply said "whore". It was great hanging out with the littlest Ruane, and we were sad to see her go, but it was time to head to 75 other states in 6 hours time.<br /></div><div align="left">Oh, and did I mention that our waitresses name was "Pickles"? Uhh, yeah, nuff said!<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047210671727050914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMo1F0uhJU9LSig5sSSzv1uqb4HrlExVoFnCKJM1Bo3TBFngd7Efd059A-X0_bZYTgzfmJ_4A8NSsU9J-4Tl_E_MR-p9f5TqbkMt9vuJcQemY-IFAT1e-REZsrym81vdBJs_a-82-l94nB/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+181.jpg" border="0" /> I<em><span style="font-size:85%;">t Does Exactly What it Says on the Tin</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">After leaving Mollyjoy, we headed in some direction, at this point I have no idea which way is up, I mean lets be honest, I'm not the best with directions anyway, and after 1500 miles in 3 days, on about 10 hours sleep, it aint gettin any better. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Eventually we hit Maryland, where we met up with Pyscho Sharon, aka PostMistress Sharon! She gave us an amazing tour of the Post Office and the Sorting Plant. It was highly informative. Sharon was amazing, and in the 2 hours we were there, I think Sharon broke the Guiness Book of Worlds Records for number of words spoken in such a short period of time! Sharon is one of those people you just wanna hug, she is a total sweetheart, and it was great seeing her again... </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047217234437079394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpl8kBUh4ptAcznDLgniV9t1zfVwymv56ocm9yx7p9qQYu6a3XuJhBiku97jKJKfINiCLHek1X4oD9_L_uyKbUfG3eB_L5svh49m8t2D1_4-QXeyfy_9sLXXAA1uVQOl6iqlHiXkyhCbj/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+222.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">See Sharon hugs are the best!</span></em></p><p align="left">After leaving Maryland, we headed in some other direction to Dover Deleware to meet up with Mama and Papa Ru! </p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047216349673816402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYg_Yp6utMLIH05ZyWoWmvkb6oqRmtX1FmlTXuepBPYkfABWgwEyXmow75OHiu75pxO14GhUNyfideGBzBVeAtlrtZbLMIOLcKWOzJyzwQmEVQSH8N92KAaIgG1u2LVXkpX8DKqmrO-hj0/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+257.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="left">Jon and Rachel were very anxious about us going to their childhood home and hanging with their parents, without their supervision, you know, to prevent the parents Ru from divulging any embarrasing childhood stories or photos.</p><p align="left">Once we got their Mama Ru brought out a great spread for lunch, homemade chicken salad, fresh fruit salad, it was VERY fancy and delicious! After lunching, Mama Ru had to run off to teach a class, we were sad to see her go, but it was great to see her, be it ever so briefly</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047214296679448770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWLgRdeDMsubtkym7a4-jdYtxhArTx4-zuOd-0F_9PTntxeWQUQY9dkI-VP6m4IvET4l06ytjbPLhWJ9FzIS6x47_TW12lsgvnhRjtayRgBdvOh8ttm-CXPXesptZgqMCswJ-xWDn7lsy/s320/100_0678.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Mama Ru Joy!</span></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047214648866767058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PFSJepB6Uqx-D8S73vLJvf9zn7um1cb1Ix0LNkHIRA05gzL2p4yEl-J_XGYK__a3OTTav9IU5pjvGEA3YFxKF-CypJKeYDpiHv8cM-5k4dTkvHEn-3Rdr2mjiRdphzUBScivDgwnDZx7/s320/100_0680.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Even the ducks are friendly in Dover</span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047214885089968386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gn60b8hDCN9nWRkgDUjft_sRWpbQm5i9PyhyphenhyphentjtrXoLebXbgedNlyCnrVqvhXfhaEySN9R4uypBEWkVVTwve7SrX02TH2wYhHZyND17vDKBEBopCAkZEwkr82ud4gfJwrTb6-harNEKc/s320/100_0679.JPG" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Papa Ru Joy too!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><div align="left">After Mama Ru left, Papa Ru decided to take us around town, since he is on the city council, we got the fancy shmacny VIP tour, hi, it was very exciting! </div><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047215890112315698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZtWZoMYjGlSPzg-FRtoOoM3leNLBxl-rspTD2A5zhWuePuFxXqBgrfuCTGLwysncuXYU2J6YL20RyIW_Uo3373zxtC0nZose6KRrJM_532oSPr8VJDoN0ynf_EH7QXLDiPJPnL7Fed9d/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+248.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">We the People...or somethin</span></em></p><p align="left">First we went off to City Hall, and like I said, Papa Ru is mighty important, so we got to go into the city council chambers, where they hold all of those super secret private meetings where they decide the fate of the free world, I felt drunk with power, and poor Jeff suffered for it.</p><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047216066205974850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5opJA7F6u1Y8DwR9eWHs81NOuxpqEpqg1_J_QFWgvkYKdOumLl4PClRyr7cqsVKR7O64DEseZKjeN0elpafzJYk2T7kKJrL0x_QIIyTyKdj-831cqwd0G47rvmPYV1uCwnp_7pq35-MI/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+249.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">You Can't Handle the Truth!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><div align="left">After I was done with gavel joy, Papa Ru took us to the less historic part of town. We hopped in the Ru mobile and headed to the Dover Downs Casino and Race Track. Hi, it was very exciting, we watched a horse chariot race kind of thing. The one I picked didn't win, but I didn't bet so I didnt care all that much, I might have cried inside a little.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047214945219510546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZE3wyuDBrbBS8dguppY78SlrzHs0ER9zW426FGXHeSMeC0r1SB8Qn0IEn8QrqGBhrNVqWhlSktLckxFBKZ2mZF5drsVaJnIycfWWaeEcqWA3O0_aKslM_xp67ZVlPa8y_ktPCsvih2qAb/s320/100_0692.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Horsey Fun!</span></em><br /></div><br /><div align="left">After the race we walked through the Casino a bit, and Jeff and I came across this really crazy virtual blackjack thingie. The Computer dealer woman was kinda creepy, she just sort of stared at us, in that Stepford kind of way, but it worked, Jeff and I bet $5 each! Jeff and I lost $5 each! Bah!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047214996759118114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflfidK5P0xYKpU9bZS0FAxu130W19_bYl0OxeKIzlceAcFm93P8ZAdPwPGxtFhwJSX7PX7ZouvzrkiWQG4sLBMkZ_PvqfE9cl6TOvsjPdDSwQvajGvPtejnghQfu3W5kjqjkqga4GOOm4/s320/100_0693.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">You bitch!</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">After losing our life savings at the Dover Downs, it was time to bid farewell to Papa Ru. We had an amazing time, thank you Papa Ru for your warmth and hospitality. I love all your children and I feel blessed to have them in my life. Can't wait to see you again. Have fun in the Amazon, oh and Papa Ru, watch out for that burrowing fishie you told us about! OW!!!!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047214713291276514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRCXNTVYTu4hs8wOb-TZ1fplp0nrx316mhTy63S4fjOooiHfXLI53IFUdoKlIsTIkDXkQSoZX2V0ei4JsKp0rQqsoj1mrhqy1rxUzVCD6KuE74ZOwYGU3XxKF6fCPKCoI73Gq7jiBkZoz/s320/100_0681.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Farewell Casa Ru!</span></em><br /></p><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I know, I know, longest entry ever, but we were VERY busy today. After we left Ru-ville, we headed off towards Cherry Hill, New Jersey, hi, it's time to meet up with Adam and Mama and Papa Bookie. After driving on 812 different roads, and after Jeff got us lost for 15 minutes (in his hometown, idiot!) we finally arrived in Bookietown USA!</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">It was great to see Adam and finally meet the folks, hi, they were super cute, and soooo nice! Adam kept laughing the whole time because he couldnt believe that Jeff and I were at his parents house. It was kinda weird, but Adam is crazy, so I blame him.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Mama Bookie made an amazing dinner, a roast with something called Kasha, I'm not sure what it is exactly, but it was delicious! I ate until I couldnt eat anymore. We all sat at the table telling stories and laughing. Jeff and I nearly died when Papa Bookie let us taste something called "Julia Grappa" hi it tasted like Super Alcoholic Robotussin, my insides might still be burning from it!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">After a little digesting, it was time for dessert, Mama Bookie baked a homemade apple pie for us, I ate what I could, but I think most of it is still in my throat because there is no room in my stomach!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047222989693256050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GQxFGlK5Wr4yRfTPKGK2Xe85NUwpcwmjILzZyy3bFXXHUYNqJeY7egxhM6vlLODgaj3jyC9NT3ggyMjq0HYLVKprZZbkC4h5oCTw0bU_fHkQUKUGH8OdqPK6KhendzcZcymaw3njdpVv/s320/PICT0567.JPG" border="0" /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Yum, Good times with the Bookies!</span></em><br /></p><div align="left"><br />Thanks again Mama and Papa Bookie, you have a lovely home and thank you so much for welcoming me into your home and cooking a wonderful meal. Can't wait to see you this summer in LA!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Whew, its now about 1:30 in the morning, we are now at Casa Nucera in Philly yo! I haven't met Ralph and Tina yet, hi, they are sleeping, but I'm very excited to meet them tomorrow. Now I'm off to bed in Jeff's childhood room, which might now be a Raggedy Ann room, ooooofcourseitis! Seeya, more tomorrow!!!</div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-25550254513390761892007-03-28T20:07:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:45.188-05:00Day Four: Westminster, MD - Philly Yo!1531.1 - Ahh, Psycho Sharon here we come!<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>1533 - The sky is crying and so are we because we are back in the stupid HHR (High Hysteria Roadster)<br /></div><br /><div>1540 - Ah! No windshield washer fluid, driving blind from bug guts. Jeff stops to clean windsheild<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371956596490050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTV9gPSidhUZsv5saPBHZTXt9z0rcoCorSZFgenXSvs1MDEJthd3jE10zUgvQEIR3yNBOZh9DIXxLxNLPbDkEfNC558eKnaDA7ywR8l9BbCw_zsK0v2jDAzIOIm7K_udjDFemdG9DomB3H/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+186.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>1543.5 - Jeff kills CryPod</p><p>1543.8 - CryPod resurrected. Happy Easter!</p><p>1548.5 - Sky stops crying...we continue :(</p><p>1550 - Knowing is half the battle, G.I. Joe! HOT!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370281559244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_O_NQhPkgV3eWnTcl7UVOo5NKmGd7Cl8VlXe_t40FvQ5EvCJeGJzyC43o4N8BWT1wQqtso3JwgTsKK2jOf8ksKP43UBkBirBJYHTdjPfDd40NwqueYyE0Ojp-UE93ZKc5dXsAoivy2NUe/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+193+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1554 - Jeff runs over plastic bag, HHR (Hazardous Highway Recyclebin) brings it along for the trip.</p><p>1572 - Keith sees signs for "Scenic Potomac River". Jeff yells "There's no time, we're makin memories.</p><p>1586.7 - Swerving Truck Death! AHHHH!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370401818328674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6C-ghraibSzueRoIeQ-dxge1FasUNsW88-mVNKZ8scqFX4arb2-O8GdJBbbSUHfxc2Uk_hQU_wSPaysGfmfIq9TiV5bzmY8DnA4V35ZHkwgc1kUqidCsrrmvPIyj_1eto_NSSmMQaxjr/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+199+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1596 - Jeff lies horribly claiming the HHR is a smooth and comfy ride, BAH!</p><p>1601.2 - HOT!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370552142184066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJR2tFWIqsCYuq43WjTX2kUwUB9gAWMr3vbpdWFYo-133xDNfh5wJ3MyzIKTStiWk60OLLlWj6JCJp9U-3eusyoqjTZGG9cNiyBVGOjvTTQTq_CjPNY9FAd_nAuMzAuE5dnUxCG80DAlb/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+213+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1606.6 - Ah!!! Road splits! (on a side note, Keith's pants split two states ago)</p><p>1624.2 - Weoo Weoo Weoo, Easton, Weoo, Pyscho Sharon, weo<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370689581137570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGCvxjYDi60VkRPC95FpADSbInwIU1dNnIIIsb1xrWN5f-7Om33dy96AkJOrFvJxgC-DbCfG-Pi8YdtYHS_VR4-qbBImBxDdcb2y3JrpvuWI7p0pZA-l6Qlwx_bURaGSZhw_PCpozpqG9/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+220+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1629.9 - Leaving postal goodness, off to Ru-ville!</p><p>1641.4 - Where's Adam?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370612271726226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJ1ScX3S3JjYWA0WBdlKA5e5v_DCchi9sqR3KlSxDISmxOdUNkQEI83Knult_xQFe0fd8gFTIxawo3N8QG1HNcgc9lIIsEafZRbvnemGgnuLIk3iSgj3W3_PbzD6AUjhFKcyxplAm3ImP/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+215+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1644 - "We're on a road to nowhere" <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370839904992946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubc4qDYpyhPb-TDXY11Sj2BFlsa-IPaSYEjjIyGqr5yheDFfd3585hrcIgGb-EDbLE3LbcbmV5vleC5WkUo9Iq7ghRLCKQe2PYm3JfeDjhAvoZ460Y7rsBd6Hvy5l8gowcaIHI4nXIAtJ/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+225+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1635.1 - Jeff invents new game, Horse Poker!</p><p>1635.2 - Jeff sucks at Horse Poker</p><p>1658 - Woohoo, Deleaware!! We think...hi, there's no signs</p><p>1659 - Nothing here! Sorry Morgan<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371071833226962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgb5n8nr7UrNMcugJgubow4gyB5Q3JETY615LXlIgs07slaRUkOK1Ot27zi4ClFb_0NfiVBz-0GFZkoERREDII8AomIhtf8C6ZOCVyQjDR4Z1lSeii_UaHkkVBvnwufHNGRghiBCz6QAcc/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+231+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1670.1 - Ru-Ville USA!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371131962769122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4BZb_9XnfFUOm8sgO2HYC1nlmZcgpjII8L7DJWIIUyZEZ1YRId8XzyqLjWZrKrNxW8GNDjTbJgxVEqwkmPapAf1ZrsZjL_1zldeGDLUzQKJo-ilbQDJCqAGmUXT18Z5z_OTRAQhg6buHc/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+258+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1673 - Leavin Ru-ville :( Off to Philly Yo!</p><p>1699 - Plans change, look out Bookies, here we come</p><p>1736.5 - Hi Liar!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371329531264786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6YfhOs-jT7G98Yk0uI8sNysYesUat8qy-aS9a6B_p-qwx-GFD15QRD_W8J_0yHAxKPyg9TegIAZU_JohYc5afXtgpmEkPH9uSkJuh4w2xtKkkjyx1awAzIkj8kK_ZlLgrNJvAS0fKSrr/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+268+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1746.5 - Philly yo!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371200682245874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0spgRxw_P7IWJ3PpTVtnjY3i03qs7UDyGCBcdDYbWGc-FK0WTQ3-kh2M6FIIjK3wzl_r5U6c1nXx6wOrUW9hGNIP_aycE-Apnj75X6ct-p7BKKhWldPCzNvVVr3QpGvpJzOy0VFrJUsZ1/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+267+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1755.3 - Jeff gets lost in his hometown...ofcoursehedoes</p><p>1757.3 - Jeff gets us lost in someplace called fishtown, hi, it smells like chicken</p><p>1757.8 - Leaving Philly for Beer City<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371393955774242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBXZcJso7hOOKk9spGtCY95m8Z0Ke6ZK6HooOug9Xo8MFlq7Nqg9RjDatX-g71od5RtSp-28vsmoZNj22jQCV1s5KTSHK8KwjykDHGtUEV7jKdb0JVjUY-ojYGvGxJW0IDYMf3zLbzJfl/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+275+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1758.4 - Getaway to liquor ville is short lived. Back in Philly, still lost, everyone is honking at us, even the guy on the bike with a baby seat on it, with no baby.</p><p>1759.9 - Jeff finally finds the right bridge, Keith doesn't care. Look out New Jersey, we think we're comin.</p><p>1760.2 - Keith asks "is there a toll going to New Jersey?" Jeff replies "no, because you get what you pay for" BOAM!</p><p>1766 - Bookie town!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371471265185586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3hxUIz6lzbIWcChxD-LiRBFE3vcXv2r6OQUjgGoT6ffwpWg0J5N5QJrJfedh4fqOB8FfIRMbS9LvobYW7U5cIFbg2o-3XAZ-zm1lLgDngxu9LpSxxIgrLtILeSBzItSdhouF_30EjDRw/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+278+(2).jpg" border="0" /></p><p>1766.6 - Gas! And hi, someone else is pumping it, it's VERY fancy here in Cherry Hill, New Jersey</p><p>1766.7 - Check Oil light comes on...good luck with that National Rent-a-wreck.</p><p>1773.4 - Casa Bookbinder, look how fun!</p>Spiral Notebookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07272282681956646933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-64872598267868537902007-03-28T14:36:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:46.491-05:00The Amazing Race : Bookie EditionI am very excited about joining Worst.Roadtrip.Ever! Making it back east, everything was a disaster...ofcourseitwas.<br /><center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TKaCBwBq5IPZLN7H2L6o6TDGHfVe-6D7bY76NNg7W9VZ0z-6Dpqap9kL8Y6U2Y8kUnzvAdGrju9QCSXoxZvRacU2AhfeI9kn99iwFqnnyDlgECnwrSk0640ENfztVmPM5ChqU5Ihcwk/s1600-h/lax.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047069812217860226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TKaCBwBq5IPZLN7H2L6o6TDGHfVe-6D7bY76NNg7W9VZ0z-6Dpqap9kL8Y6U2Y8kUnzvAdGrju9QCSXoxZvRacU2AhfeI9kn99iwFqnnyDlgECnwrSk0640ENfztVmPM5ChqU5Ihcwk/s320/lax.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><div align="left">I decided to use airlines miles to book this flight on US Airways, which means I had to have a layover rather than a direct flight to Philly. I HATE taking flights where you have to stop and get on another plane, this is trip proved it once again!<br /><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbEotZQbyzggSOwMpdxblckvhQWj8x83KYgs6kD4Hp_nSfYtflwxzCod0FC1fumidFxIlWTTEwxyawnrbDwq8LO3B5ZUPLOldKxxWyj4fLI94B-qSKLzL7BVTL8mZjkC0y4aq2X16GdY/s1600-h/us+air1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047064194400636946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbEotZQbyzggSOwMpdxblckvhQWj8x83KYgs6kD4Hp_nSfYtflwxzCod0FC1fumidFxIlWTTEwxyawnrbDwq8LO3B5ZUPLOldKxxWyj4fLI94B-qSKLzL7BVTL8mZjkC0y4aq2X16GdY/s320/us+air1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was booked to take the 9pm flight from LAX to Vegas. Yay Vegas airport=slot machines! I can play when I get there! Umno. So here's the thing...due to the horrible winds in LA, my flight which was supposed to leave at 9pm, ended up leaving LAX at around 9:40pm. So of course my first thought was how I was going to end up having no time between the time I landed in Vegas and my flight to Philly, leaving at 10:47pm. They announced the flight would only be 50 minutes and everyone should make their connecting flights since Vegas knew LAX was having delays. Oh good, I was feeling better now.<br /></div><br /><br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5ZhRJ35vVOVtJ7cSjKHRkI30DyOhb94EKj3POFj5F5oWecXs5o19W7n2_oD2SnShEKr7nV_A3DJjucmqAu5PxFtR-8gDKjjQxm4N6XnmXg5-eQ1IjZmm_mtTiC-rC2jjmlk4nAVg_S8/s1600-h/airport.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047065439941152802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5ZhRJ35vVOVtJ7cSjKHRkI30DyOhb94EKj3POFj5F5oWecXs5o19W7n2_oD2SnShEKr7nV_A3DJjucmqAu5PxFtR-8gDKjjQxm4N6XnmXg5-eQ1IjZmm_mtTiC-rC2jjmlk4nAVg_S8/s320/airport.bmp" border="0" /></a></center><br />We touched down in Vegas around 9:25 and I was ready to go right to the gate where my flight to Philly was. We taxied to the terminal for like 100 years and then once we got there, they announced there was a problem with the jetway, so please sit tight. Sit tight?! Hi, I have a flight to catch leaving now in 10 minutes. But wait, they said everything should be ok with connecting flights. They FINALLY got the jetway to the plane and I got off the plane. Turns out we were at terminal B and my Philly flight was in terminal A. Ofcourseitwas. So I literally sprinted to the gate, which was like a thousand miles away on the other side of the airport.<br /><br />I got to the gate at 10:50pm. They said....sorry, we closed the door to the plane 5 minutes ago. WHAT?! Are you SERIOUS right now?! There were 2 other people yelling too from another flight which got in late. So the gate attendant told us we could try the other US Airways flight (operated by America West) to Philly which was about to close and said they would call over to let them know.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipV1LNbEQuMp0dJPAZ8k9w4btXsoTiB3zTjZpGVHR9G-2lPR_z45VqKzzU0jy92ly6ODjoIOXb_ZKd3ZbD8krHivB-XT90JY6r9Vo3cfiTShtv7Uxhhq_KsoiEH7HnAzNQH8UVyI9MgSI/s1600-h/aw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047066036941606962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipV1LNbEQuMp0dJPAZ8k9w4btXsoTiB3zTjZpGVHR9G-2lPR_z45VqKzzU0jy92ly6ODjoIOXb_ZKd3ZbD8krHivB-XT90JY6r9Vo3cfiTShtv7Uxhhq_KsoiEH7HnAzNQH8UVyI9MgSI/s320/aw.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br />So I sprinted over there and as soon as I got over, one of the gate attendants said to another that the other US Airways flight was sending 3 others to that flight. When the other attendant said "NO, WE HAVE TO CLOSE NOW." So I yelled "NO!! We're here!!" So I got on the plane all sweaty (HOT!) and sat down and said to the woman next to me "this is going to Philly, right?!" She laughed. Everything was ok now! Oh wait, my bag I checked! What's going to happen to it?! So now I was all worried about my bag...ofcourseIwas.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytfDBy35Kmh__YaJvDNWg_WnYSimD4dOfhLB6ed1NlVJDyAQNpWFwcf4XvG8-7MtgnT_KG087qKq1G9kV87IKjNI9UOw1UPTTNIYCUtAgDKpqCI_KMIy3tAUo8HVuQFtmSjb1o3D75jM/s1600-h/wine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047066612467224642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytfDBy35Kmh__YaJvDNWg_WnYSimD4dOfhLB6ed1NlVJDyAQNpWFwcf4XvG8-7MtgnT_KG087qKq1G9kV87IKjNI9UOw1UPTTNIYCUtAgDKpqCI_KMIy3tAUo8HVuQFtmSjb1o3D75jM/s320/wine.jpg" border="0" /></a>I was sweaty and a complete wreck after taking off still, so I order some wine to calm down, which helped. The flight attendant told me my bag may be on this flight or if not, then the next flight in the morning if it missed both of the ones which left already. Since I all worried about my bag, I couldn't sleep on the plane, which I usually have no problem doing. Plus, it was like 100 degrees on the plane and I ended up having to ride "bitch" on the flight.<br /><br />I finally got to Philly about 10 minutes later than the original flight I was supposed to be on. Both flight baggage claims were next to each other and I had no idea where my bag would be or if it would be there. Finally my mom said, "Isn't that your bag?" ... Well, turns out my bag made it on my original flight but I didn't.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047067114978398290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrgLMpZXwBPfchgfdvRiEJyhkXIXmnfN9BpYcOBg1isvOwfaBydRjGbeEdV0FChzrnGhDuMMrx11J3PwLsT3RFX_Sb_QKAlM3FQ1u2MLAsHKpbrwLmt2cjc4gkHQmUivanZtKAxgTaGI/s320/Philly-sunset.jpg" border="0" /><br />Worst.Roadtrip.Ever...so far living up to it's name and I haven't even seen Jeff and Keith yet! hah <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Kn_704lGOL0BRJHIoE4tl24moiTPAQ_wN8QhNcUTIn0agwL5vPQmJj_VaJKO8m1JyZpWN5eP0o0AlpQe0BuDmotBd5f_M-SzHAX8NtTcKE8ZxhoOopL_XMh7Gj4gwJJX_5Um2ls3XO8/s1600-h/ch+wt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047069275346948210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Kn_704lGOL0BRJHIoE4tl24moiTPAQ_wN8QhNcUTIn0agwL5vPQmJj_VaJKO8m1JyZpWN5eP0o0AlpQe0BuDmotBd5f_M-SzHAX8NtTcKE8ZxhoOopL_XMh7Gj4gwJJX_5Um2ls3XO8/s320/ch+wt.jpg" border="0" /></a>But now I'm in NJ and awaiting their arrival for dinner tonight at my parents'. It's going to be supercrazy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-81267742120285566052007-03-28T14:08:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:46.617-05:00Danger! Danger! Delaware has been invaded by Idiots!I just got the following picture text from Jeff (he and Keith are being entertained by Mother and Father Ru in the booming metropolis that is Dover, Delaware):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEtrQt5l_t8L9WtyuY4oVARUYqhbIBOQciykf-oAfJB1oVfTU_fg3QMUAGI95dzLhtCAKHMUyns34ydw8ZqPKhWR9-F59_3EQt9CNzw-5A0rAY0eVedey71TwWSy-_O-1Kp1bmHlkbesw/s1600-h/itwasaGAGGIFT.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEtrQt5l_t8L9WtyuY4oVARUYqhbIBOQciykf-oAfJB1oVfTU_fg3QMUAGI95dzLhtCAKHMUyns34ydw8ZqPKhWR9-F59_3EQt9CNzw-5A0rAY0eVedey71TwWSy-_O-1Kp1bmHlkbesw/s400/itwasaGAGGIFT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047055849723026834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />That picture frame/battery-operated fountain/shrine was a GAG gift to my mother, Mister Nucera!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >DON'T JUDGE ME!</span><br /><br />I might be a little sweaty thinking about all of the things in the original House of Ruanes that could be "misinterpreted."<br /><br />Luckily, I took that yellow brick road (and <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/437889949_3d455367be_o.jpg">ruby slippers</a>) off my old bedroom wall ages ago, because that might have been the end of everything...Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04554578947040967229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-20692328115712630672007-03-28T12:06:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:47.562-05:00Day Three: Charlotte, NC - Westminster, MDMile 1064 -- Leaving Sheri's place & following her. Jeff and Keith decide that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">HHR</span> smells. Some sort of Heinous, Horrible Rot.<br /><br />Mile 1065.7 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">B'bye</span>, Sheri! We'll miss you! Thanks for everything!!<br /><br />Mile 1067.3 -- Idiot in a tan car nearly kills us. Hi, they hate our kind here in the south! Keith is now stuck in the slow lane behind a boat.<br /><br />Mile 1097 -- Jeff & Keith wonder if there are mountains on the way. They worry because <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HHR</span> definitely is NOT a High, Hilly Roadster.<br /><br />Mile 1107 -- Keith sees a sign for "Third Creek" and wonders where the first two went. And also where this one is, as there is no sign of water anywhere. Jeff wonders how to make a Dawson's Creek joke without getting sent to Comedy Jail. He decides to keep quiet.<br /><br />Mile 1136 -- Hi, it's one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">freakin</span>' lane. Jeff and Keith exclaim, "Bah!" a lot.<br /><br />Mile 1165 -- Hi, Virginia! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Weee</span>! Radar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dectors</span> are illegal here, as it turns out. Keith points out that we barely have a steering wheel, so we needn't worry.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiIZrhas288gcyYpsPAZW-GCHaKU4z9kM0kRV6TChRmUPV89c7Sbvt9egA8HfTq892gN5Badz9MPeh1urNsu0sxGz0KAeIWVCooGxA9Hv72Ay1wsGT4cnZx-qQE5NJDpQorf0nyjogbf3/s1600-h/Virginia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiIZrhas288gcyYpsPAZW-GCHaKU4z9kM0kRV6TChRmUPV89c7Sbvt9egA8HfTq892gN5Badz9MPeh1urNsu0sxGz0KAeIWVCooGxA9Hv72Ay1wsGT4cnZx-qQE5NJDpQorf0nyjogbf3/s320/Virginia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047211853100596722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">For lovers!<br /></span></span></div><br />Mile 1167 -- "Area subject to crosswinds." Hi, we're effed. And also, Hi, there's the mountains.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewoEC8Oy0z36xIPJUysuACX28PeDrIkUPztWy9wWi_QTak3Wytk8tqiVBGE-r_LhFAL2PsjUA5lgisWfdysmtuZKiHGBfZIsQbjWTM6J8TraZZhPYvU7_qFqY4tPgNONVrQbb7K6ZGvdg/s1600-h/PICT0397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewoEC8Oy0z36xIPJUysuACX28PeDrIkUPztWy9wWi_QTak3Wytk8tqiVBGE-r_LhFAL2PsjUA5lgisWfdysmtuZKiHGBfZIsQbjWTM6J8TraZZhPYvU7_qFqY4tPgNONVrQbb7K6ZGvdg/s320/PICT0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047212420036279810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">AHHH</span>! We don't take high roads here!</span><br /></span></div><br />Mile 1173 -- Where can we get some Fancy Clothes. . .?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2LFtoKhnGvLhdvh2DRKHRfzwZjF0pH2vtVsr28SxG4koYlJa3AXRYz1sJAF0citmzOJ_2XVLc0VCeeDOsNU0gLJ2ZVxYeAXzwGp8wTujV8Tyozq_eNAXP8qBp-lhVY5igTI8PGHW5Zvi/s1600-h/Fancy+Gap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2LFtoKhnGvLhdvh2DRKHRfzwZjF0pH2vtVsr28SxG4koYlJa3AXRYz1sJAF0citmzOJ_2XVLc0VCeeDOsNU0gLJ2ZVxYeAXzwGp8wTujV8Tyozq_eNAXP8qBp-lhVY5igTI8PGHW5Zvi/s320/Fancy+Gap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047213734296272402" border="0" /></a><br />Mile 1174 -- Jeff and Keith begin to play Cow Poker. Bah!<br /><br />Mile 1190 -- Virginia's Technology Corridor. Keith points out that it looks like the old farm house from The Ring.<br /><br />Mile 1192 -- Keith pulls ahead at Cow Poker. Jeff hates Cow Poker, and damns Kara and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">LucasLucas</span> for telling us about it.<br /><br />Mile 1195 -- Jeff remembers that Kara makes up her own rules to Cow Poker and follows suit. Winning ensues.<br /><br />Mile 1197 -- <a href="http://www.themisprintz.com/">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Misprintz</span></a> come on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ipod</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">weee</span>!<br /><br />Mile 1204 -- A small bug on the window of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">HHR</span> becomes a smeared mess when Jeff rolls down Keith's window to kill it. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ewww</span>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ing</span> ensues.<br /><br />Mile 1212 -- Jeff looks at AAA books.<br /><br />Mile 1212.2 -- Jeff rapidly loses interest.<br /><br />Mile 1234 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">WEEOO</span>! 1234!<br /><br />Mile 1248 -- We enter a Highway Safety Corridor. Safety ensues.<br /><br />Mile 1252 -- Salem, VA. hi, witches didn't burn here.<br /><br />Mile 1254 -- Salem's a rather fickle city: First she welcomes us and now this:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLIBmPU3DWFYZ4pqCj-YXmkjYvLtaId0b6Jz8q_2LuuO2NLNsPPGKSQUzI6HRSOlfEp_y960_Pw146m1VbZ8oBfLmx3opJCi7xInxuOVTyYUrv0oGEBv3Z0QGcXMKC2oGaKsyoyQOsF_N/s1600-h/Leave+Salem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLIBmPU3DWFYZ4pqCj-YXmkjYvLtaId0b6Jz8q_2LuuO2NLNsPPGKSQUzI6HRSOlfEp_y960_Pw146m1VbZ8oBfLmx3opJCi7xInxuOVTyYUrv0oGEBv3Z0QGcXMKC2oGaKsyoyQOsF_N/s320/Leave+Salem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047216238262205986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Getmeout</span></span></span></div><br />Mile 1256 -- Giant tire debris is all over freeway. Giant tractor trailer winds up in Rumble Strips Does the sanctity of the Safety Corridor mean nothing to people anymore?<br /><br />Mile 1257.3 -- Safety Corridor ends. Murdering ensues.<br /><br />Mile 1262 -- In Roanoke for food! And to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">wazz</span>!<br /><br />Mile 1262.9 -- Lost in Roanoke. Lured in by a sign that promised an eatery called "Hollywood's Cafe"<br /><br />Mile 1263.4 -- We found 1987. But not Hollywood's Cafe.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8uZGy_e5Ypbf7lWRC5uaVl5q78GsxkOb3-hGpAF4hBlqMEBFQBK78JKGg6NkS6t6V4BMEzwPhYI2xOJn8vtrKrLWYVpppppiuuph3ipi2GGX8lJxn89txn6Kr9dUT0xMv_diWhTjla39/s1600-h/1987.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8uZGy_e5Ypbf7lWRC5uaVl5q78GsxkOb3-hGpAF4hBlqMEBFQBK78JKGg6NkS6t6V4BMEzwPhYI2xOJn8vtrKrLWYVpppppiuuph3ipi2GGX8lJxn89txn6Kr9dUT0xMv_diWhTjla39/s320/1987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047218501709970994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The cast of <span style="font-weight: bold;">That 80's Show </span>is still at large.<br /></span></span></div><br />Mile 1266 -- Abandoning Roanoke, and the search for Hollywood's Cafe. Jeff and Keith pine for "The bit that got away."<br /><br />Mile 1268 -- Keith declares that Jeff is the worst co-pilot ever. Jeff insists it is because he has urine in his eyes. And possibly sepsis.<br /><br />Mile 1270 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Shoneys</span>!<br /><br />Mile 1274 -- Driver's side vent falls off in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">HHR</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Ofcourseitdoes</span>.<br /><br />Mile 1296 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">HHR</span> continues to get pelted with bugs on the freeway, runs out of wiper fluid.<br /><br />Mile 1309 -- 127 More Exits to go. Keith's head would explode, but there is no wiper fluid to wash it out. Jeff realizes why Jon's supposed to plan these road trips.<br /><br />Mile 1329 -- Keith puts Jeff into comedy solitary. Jeff's too tired to remember why, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">knows</span> he probably deserved it.<br /><br />Mile 1341 -- Keith pulls off the freeway to get some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Dunkin</span> Donuts <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">coffee</span>.<br /><br />Mile 1341.6 -- Hey! This is where they make the alphabet! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6VHvLua7RHzSlvRDz_SqrTxw6LDIrYtot6B7c9hrhKIgMA591tgHk34JcU4e-ws8fa18YbW7sfcvt37L8YRMOuWv0nRYzQqQIB71IXdIgGW29lSEjrprvNK8Lj24V6M0F60nIVYdUyaS/s1600-h/ABC.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6VHvLua7RHzSlvRDz_SqrTxw6LDIrYtot6B7c9hrhKIgMA591tgHk34JcU4e-ws8fa18YbW7sfcvt37L8YRMOuWv0nRYzQqQIB71IXdIgGW29lSEjrprvNK8Lj24V6M0F60nIVYdUyaS/s320/ABC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047220241171725890" border="0" /></a><br />Mile 1395.4 -- Keith notices we're only 40 exits away now.<br /><br />Mile 1397 -- Jeff accidentally steals Keith's coffee. "It sure was good," Jeff reports.<br /><br />Mile 1402.8 -- Jeff and Keith need to know exactly how water towers work.<br /><br />Mile 1408, 4 -- Woodstock, VA. "Go home, Hippies!"<br /><br />Mile 1427 -- It rains on us. And only us.<br /><br />Mile 1452 -- Welcome to West Virginia: Now in the running to be America's next Chainsaw Massacre!<br /><br />Mile 1468 -- Keith and Jeff are terrified of West Virginia. Seriously.<br /><br />Mile 1469 -- Welcome to MD!<br /><br />Mile 1471 -- Keith: "This is like Stand By Me."<br />Jeff: "YOU'RE like Stand By Me!"<br />Keith: "I'd like to stand by you. Out of this car."<br /><br />Mile 1474 -- The Blair Witch Road.<br /><br />Mile 1482 -- After eight miles of bits, we're done with the Blair Witch.<br /><br />Mile 1530 -- Hi, best western with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Mollyjoy</span>! Wee!Spiral Notebookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07272282681956646933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-68711319718927053502007-03-28T07:33:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:49.272-05:00Return of the Blair WitchOn Monday, Keith and I were in Florida, Georgia and two (2) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Carolinas</span>. Yesterday, we left North Carolina, went through Virginia (ALL. DAY. LONG.) and hit West Virginia briefly before heading into Maryland.<br /><br />It was our toughest drive, for sure. After leaving the plush abode of Sheri the Former Script Sovereign (who now is Super Sheri, because she's just launched a web site for students to check out college campuses: www.ViewU.com), Keith and I climbed into her car for a brief tour of Charlotte, including the corner of Bookie & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ruane</span>!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrK9xutXQqESlgeifCbTqtWlwALYoz3qaOOkIhyoVoA5T2TRPtgr-pP4Br3o9zGRaHQOhhlQ6pCYfh0_GLAKZH9ky6u34Z7PR9LhPYzL_BJe-SRRmkLXO0UueKcp79ZL0S_B2e7EhFs24/s1600-h/queens2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrK9xutXQqESlgeifCbTqtWlwALYoz3qaOOkIhyoVoA5T2TRPtgr-pP4Br3o9zGRaHQOhhlQ6pCYfh0_GLAKZH9ky6u34Z7PR9LhPYzL_BJe-SRRmkLXO0UueKcp79ZL0S_B2e7EhFs24/s320/queens2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046957801608779090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ofcoursetheyare</span>.<br /></span></span></div><br />After breakfast, Keith and I climbed into the dreaded Chevy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HHR</span>, which is starting to smell how it looks.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNN9ldeRGUV23pd29UHxA-Nde_FuB6oomJUNrShyz5tV7Z2KVffviB0-ZbIxk6NJPq-FucU7DastCTMkAK9eRzfLze8oW-A0X66dnr6vvnO1qRBZQ9L3sb8385n_9Yl_W19-Zd0Kk51o/s1600-h/PICT0390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNN9ldeRGUV23pd29UHxA-Nde_FuB6oomJUNrShyz5tV7Z2KVffviB0-ZbIxk6NJPq-FucU7DastCTMkAK9eRzfLze8oW-A0X66dnr6vvnO1qRBZQ9L3sb8385n_9Yl_W19-Zd0Kk51o/s320/PICT0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046957801608779074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Please don't let me leave!<br /></span></span></div><br />After making decent time through Virginia, (Note: It may be for lovers, but it sucks for drivers) Keith noted that we were passing through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Burkittsville</span>, MD. (He shouted, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">AHH</span>!! That's where the Blair Witch is!!!" Since it's against policy for me to show up early (or on time) anywhere for anything, I said, "We're making good time, let's stop off!" Keith resisted, but he's a sport (fool) and we took the four mile detour into the Blair Witch's lair.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXcBiNumWLLcWCn9VC_6hfUNG-yqL3kY7WqLxUzcytzXH0SBMqmtBHqI3GCS4R3oiUSeyXHIh3cee2KUofeR5Tqpc7jjoNN7UrSbibDVo7ZDIPulme48SAYJf4UacvrKWz_s6EnwNJHA/s1600-h/Welcome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXcBiNumWLLcWCn9VC_6hfUNG-yqL3kY7WqLxUzcytzXH0SBMqmtBHqI3GCS4R3oiUSeyXHIh3cee2KUofeR5Tqpc7jjoNN7UrSbibDVo7ZDIPulme48SAYJf4UacvrKWz_s6EnwNJHA/s320/Welcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046957810198713714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi, look how pretty!</span></span></div><br />As we drove into the tiny town, we couldn't help but notice how nice and friendly it looked. Cute houses, manicured lawns. We even pulled up behind a car with a rainbow sticker on it. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Awww</span>," we thought, "The gays like it here. And we're a bunch of wusses! I'm sure it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">verynice</span>!" But then, the deeper we got into town, the more terrified we became:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimevskSOOCIi48bQYXvoCfsqXlxZPFyRt1WVw636WhKo1GhLjxDO0Gka5ZIq6f8iRmAUtyTNpT1Yl5Tw0xM2G3UVvAxAGd1EkFWHkMdxuah0GPUqLX8GKpINnmnGdABcwUL_uifodfRBY/s1600-h/PICT0470.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimevskSOOCIi48bQYXvoCfsqXlxZPFyRt1WVw636WhKo1GhLjxDO0Gka5ZIq6f8iRmAUtyTNpT1Yl5Tw0xM2G3UVvAxAGd1EkFWHkMdxuah0GPUqLX8GKpINnmnGdABcwUL_uifodfRBY/s320/PICT0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963810268026242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">AHH</span>! DANGER!<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0p-JjoQvfqYHOv84fLkAFvyrqUeuMaLFQdOm9eVYa1wTuqbEDef8Ot4qUs5no4p6TOgVkM4bCn0EgPm643QgyjjO0GZwc4bVr0TjeAExaS_e73rMazKxw6o0-KbWc-Ltf-9JfwPfFfIQ/s1600-h/Blair+Witch+Tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0p-JjoQvfqYHOv84fLkAFvyrqUeuMaLFQdOm9eVYa1wTuqbEDef8Ot4qUs5no4p6TOgVkM4bCn0EgPm643QgyjjO0GZwc4bVr0TjeAExaS_e73rMazKxw6o0-KbWc-Ltf-9JfwPfFfIQ/s320/Blair+Witch+Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964420153382354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This tree marks the end of pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Burkittsville</span>...<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMgWxyHBInhhISNvUnjGujgzWA8kBIBVPp5fLi8oWV3w5BYu6_kcX8-zepiScTJ5dlDIkKeXqwf8aS4IhrtYy4fOgIpA7OlzX9Ro5zPijuVZzUYPlnRmq3tswL55ZeNTVuwmNNyO8xKw/s1600-h/BWWoods.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMgWxyHBInhhISNvUnjGujgzWA8kBIBVPp5fLi8oWV3w5BYu6_kcX8-zepiScTJ5dlDIkKeXqwf8aS4IhrtYy4fOgIpA7OlzX9Ro5zPijuVZzUYPlnRmq3tswL55ZeNTVuwmNNyO8xKw/s320/BWWoods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964424448349666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">...and the beginning of the grip that the Blair Witch holds on the town!</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rR3nENzoQC6L88iHIiFN5v11tXdRgHJVkdBBQ7h4fX6Z2_9R0c8xFdtQRxAeAVczEnvQukjuEq8R2fj4mxb_LynY2ygs_ZGboOEdsnvM-jA6Yjz1EFr6xIndlc90C3o9ibPCRx38PmA/s1600-h/BWJeff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rR3nENzoQC6L88iHIiFN5v11tXdRgHJVkdBBQ7h4fX6Z2_9R0c8xFdtQRxAeAVczEnvQukjuEq8R2fj4mxb_LynY2ygs_ZGboOEdsnvM-jA6Yjz1EFr6xIndlc90C3o9ibPCRx38PmA/s320/BWJeff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963831742862770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">AHHHHH</span>!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0VZgd7_3K4PL6uph6SxRU2fvkYo662p9I7pktT5YaHTfpm4z8t3DP0vxRn5XPO8QJvajDxkeo11gnR5-LWF7ZvfVjJ-EorpTWdm-cHddVaL9-OBtF-nOmG7R23TRfaFM-caDpE_1Z9u8/s1600-h/BWKeith.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0VZgd7_3K4PL6uph6SxRU2fvkYo662p9I7pktT5YaHTfpm4z8t3DP0vxRn5XPO8QJvajDxkeo11gnR5-LWF7ZvfVjJ-EorpTWdm-cHddVaL9-OBtF-nOmG7R23TRfaFM-caDpE_1Z9u8/s320/BWKeith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963836037830082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm so scared!<br /></span></span></div><br />We stayed for only a few minutes, but the effects will last a lifetime.<br /><br />Luckily, we met up with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">MollyJoy</span> and she helped us drink the memories away!<br /><br />And now, it's time to have some breakfast, in order to eat the memories away.<br /><br />Or something.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">okbye</span>Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-89898037822206782292007-03-28T07:26:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:52.321-05:00The Real Loving Molly!Yesterday was a really LONG LONG day! We woke up in Charlotte after drinking our faces off. I think I blinked and it was time to wake up, UGH! After showering in Sheri's amazing shower...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046953596459548562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-VwIDAvbJqRNHMlOkM5IJt1Ukm3sKuQqDXaBGjC1AH7dn8JV0k6b22d5nt9T_YxZ7qjMtv850-3AsqZ6eNwFNkUBHEVY2szX0DKfDCLwiMy9e4kiGT2WDjeHXhy4wlgubH9Jjtvx1_e8/s320/Elephant%2520showering%2520himself%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">O<em><span style="font-size:85%;">ooooh, Ahhhhhh</span></em></p><br /><p align="center">We headed off to grab a bite at a delicious bite to eat and a lovely little diner, which for the life of me, I can't remember what it was called. Sheri took us around Charlotte, hi, it's a beautiful city, I wanted all the houses, get in the car. After the scenery, it was time to say bye to Sheri. Thanks again Sheri for all the southern hospitality, I had an amazing time!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046957487699918754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZNJA20JwzNfx_1YLgvK5ym5KiEwOYijZfDvRStGD3-Iw9jkRmDdGgniaZVAQSijZ4jyTHPmsKs1Y69s6z9e1A6bUe_MqV1KVxwCiwC01USr2bRITPYnI9MH3I1lk_GmhNUmoI0OWTdQL/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Thanks Sheri!!</span></em></p><br /><br /><p align="left">With that we hopped into the HHR (Holy Hell Roadster) and headed north. We passed on into Virginia, hi, it was beautiful. Next, we went through West Virginia, hi, I hated it there, it was like Deliverance. At this point we had been in the car for about 77 1/2 hours. I might have started losing my mind, I blame the HHR, stupid car!</p><br /><p align="left">So we finally got off the freeway onto the country roads that led to Mollyjoy. Hi, they were kinda scary too, it was like one tiny little town after the next, they might have scared me. I'm sure they are lovely, but I've seen waaaay too many horror movies that start off with stupid young people getting lost on country roads. We drove on these little roads for another 72 hours. Hi, I was all yelly in the car "I hope Molly doesn't live in Mayberry". I was very nervous, when out of the blue I saw this...</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046959536399318978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLZvND1x8nakPMGtC30Z9JpbAjMVZ-meeCTRSeF1aiIk5untBggucqBgXw852qFxk9MLRT-ElHIvw63INCGUCXk_-8dr68qjuvs_E4jvDK1IfBlFo-vIHNiUJaEfoTpWx9hLxC-DA8xkI/s320/walmart2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Civilizationjoy</span></em></p><br /><br /><p align="left">I don't think I had ever been so excited to see WalMart! After checking into our hotel, Molljooy came and picked us up, because one more second in the stupid HHR (Hell Hound Racer) would have killed Jeff and I. We went out to a sports bar kinda place for dinner, because when you think of Jeff and I you think sports...hi liar</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046962267998519250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DuRiKHWTwyCawsBDHmtkSp_M-kQ4CwKDuta4UrIcJ5BrrcpSU605skA3_2BPXJ07z0N3VuB2FxmzL5zpamBoxteTznnVeVhBx0gdS7MXLxyYdrd6z7TMwLygCkVdkI1hSxah6T-dhYeb/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+134.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Aww, Molly!</span></em></div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046962512811655138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ezl5tE8i4W_awM3pmEkvKBKg6aadwftGjXjGdJa6xNZ17c0IE9i-d3Sh-BDP33F2i7QHT0HKo_jXzPy9wktK8uJqbtujwpaQiY0ZUVSrZVl9AuAEw0piIyuQoqj3A6znqTay8wKcTQiM/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+132.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Look how cute!</span></em><br /></p><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="left">After dinner we headed off to a bar into beautiful downtown Westminster. After that it gets kinda fuzzy, guess its time for another photo recap!!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963406164852754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPSV88j3lr5BarSvuJgHWoeC2E3J5lJ_dg4YwGpqbEbjuyxXdD6EVIFwSmTZ4vwbK5Pio5rQemy2cVfE8kExoOBGK96zKXazBakZojaxnrslwRifierIwdn6J-TH60dLTNAnHLIUem9XF/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+143.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Almost boozin time</span></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963182826553346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxizNsJmIrRjHrcQWVWfZW89TAg2YrYmBqsTBlxOThRtUqjhJi7zTUI7_DvTdOLndcrEIkx0fqc8EaX6kNk8alf1Ss87jYOnI0ad2Ax1mqvIIJKgti4lT7o_gh5LKzCXCldYV1xJ88EDY/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+140.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Aaaand so it begins</span></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963818481713186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftn1x_nGmrMq5kjFoAkAB4-3oZ1CX0QdQnnBVs7qG87PJr24jewWZ6JwPGuQiN6Z5qlE09topjd8L4arY8K_W4GhxfahmrgUECIcAmOLlAfslJbEZVvoV0Tekz00lnZGgV00MED4knVPL/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+156.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Last sober moment...</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964299518050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8SmHbXMkPu8WLAECUf6lADT2rZ4cA1LLZNEBjoCH4dEYPaLPgNRuIe_ARGiBVOmUq95XcSj1lsOM5gx4FH_8xwninXIDhTkyFMIgfs8tcmghjpUgY0MqDJDSGZfMN12iWYd3CxcmMvOJ/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+149.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Drunk rock climbing!</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964097654587442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTgbDTZtjGRrf2wvSFjiefzgREMQlkfOz9PsHjutHXACoFUP01pk72-ts4gbN-tn6AVvCtBcUm0lOU78C4yHTmjgwHvV_uu7FDZPOZbAsHerocaI2trwQGdTaF4m__ZwieJKRJNo-IHn6/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+148.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hi, that aint V8</span></em><br /></p><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964548626153554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wEJjH_342IzFGP2gS9q8i_fIlIWDVtPsfiNoPi4iihvajv9_GkGZV7jZHE7NDZcyDONBOrW7ilZS2Lu5VHaPaRy6onxRi_Zn-HjZrPIOM5AXuw6ThgTaj0CgYu0TIEwZtS2gXSyMX-Cv/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+147.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Frontinjoy</span></em> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046967963125153938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BLilXsRVi8lyT9yqpa6Z65PZLry-XfsKHfOIaU2t9_sIGWBBT3_1m4fQUnzPGdAL1AinklV9olCzcPiMH_2bZHuH2qZVkDST-xBCpqWOYd3lwKdqgXhIZB6ZF3k4HoSlcd25U7JvlF_t/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+154.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">This party brought to you by Bacardi</span></em><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964810619158626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikg6he7_DZjnc-IusFvomDpWSZhFLpfdDYTt1NuLGNeSX1aAPMkI71Ze9TFU4E3JWvL-q1BYUuIKeGWJKpXyvxpYmqSbPPOLNYSaUY0IVYSl3KLXXjxX6z44_RJ-pGOVpoieVoXKQNY3h5/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+158.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Insert Comment here</span></em></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964991007785074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3x7NQvGlFuvjuTvtLx4gXW3atnXFFds495cEMLRXAaUWAxeHET6W53DHF_aX3OqXw9kVgOoVtfTTKCkTQPoVu8BFy4fWbcXIVx1H76vwvaQiwpZkY_6Vc5k9flwELHzm36VxqGB3K-3E9/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+170.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Snacktime!</span></em></p><br /><p align="left">Now, its morning, I hate it! I think I blinked again and it was stupid morning. Jeff hopped in the shower, and the stupid alarm starting going off about every 14 1/2 seconds. I hate Maryland, hehehe. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046965197166215298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcvuUQI8ycdsDda1YPWXg-AYmVT0zicRtqZlKIkTxLijkUVgX-Jws9bV423TS53GUYP1tLO526wFhaigvpqiWOZ5lde1TNJ03yJv0hgt8TBNIzve1ncSvCPkIofroqPRFrEspNhrwVN4I/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+180.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Made in South Carolina</span></em><br /><br /></p><p align="left">Now, its time for a goodbye breakfast with MollyJoy. See ya for now!</p>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-38073177016860828822007-03-27T23:05:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:53.304-05:00BookieLog : Tamarind Terrace to LAX<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"HERE'S THE THING..." </span>: It turns out that Bookie's handwriting is surprisingly similar to Father Ru's handwriting...and so, this "log" is just my guestimation of what he wrote down. So don't get mad at me for being inaccurate, GURL!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />ONE OTHER "THING"</span> : 'Gurl' is something Bookie and Jon call each other...as term of "endearment" and an homage to <a href="http://www.logoonline.com/shows/dyn/noahs_arc/series.jhtml">"Noah's Arc."</a> Yes. They ARE <s>men</s> boys. Yes. They're that gay and outrageous. But only...uh...most of the time. They also hate SUPER gay and outrageous homos that call each other "girl" all of the time...so in essence, they are doing it to "take back" the use of that word from those awful homos you see on <s>LOGO</s> <s>Bravo</s> everywhere. Or something. <br /><br />DON'T JUDGE US!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * *<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 0.0</span> - BookieJoy begins, as Jon picks Bookie up from <a href="http://www.apartmentratings.com/rate/CA-Los-Angeles-Tamarind-Terrace.html">Tamarind Terrace</a> in his VERY fancy Prius.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 0.001 </span>- Gurl can't figure out how to reset his trip odometer in his veryFancy Prius. OfCourseHeDoesn't.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mile 0.0011</span> - Jon figures out the trip odometer.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 0.01</span> - Gurl plays the HORRIBLE milk crisis song from "Sesame Street."<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9O-Q5vJ-GHk"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9O-Q5vJ-GHk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Bookie starts to cry and attempts to jump out of the moving Prius.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><s>Milk</s> Mile 0.6</span> - Bookie wonders why the "Milk Crisis" is still on. He also wonders why they are screaming "Adam" in the middle of the "Milk Crisis" song.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 0.61</span> - Bookie realizes that no one in the "Milk Crisis" song is screaming "Adam." It's his pants.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 0.62 </span>- Bookie discovers that his phone has accidentally called Keith.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4Bb-bzhYgTL64-8kstGTQG3n8GG045wU-5ePeiF2-I-99Fl6rjpEDkdhyRhiZMW_Bbre70CzvkrjeA6p4hPRDI6b1Ml2BLO_ZqIe12obXe64Ap7Wg3F0rmQH-_b2ki_UiREvs7kHWqGt/s1600-h/BookiesPantsTalk.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4Bb-bzhYgTL64-8kstGTQG3n8GG045wU-5ePeiF2-I-99Fl6rjpEDkdhyRhiZMW_Bbre70CzvkrjeA6p4hPRDI6b1Ml2BLO_ZqIe12obXe64Ap7Wg3F0rmQH-_b2ki_UiREvs7kHWqGt/s400/BookiesPantsTalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046854432529234258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hi...Keith! Hi...Jeff! Hi...MollyJoy!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 1.7 </span>- Bookie is VERY busy with a jogger. OfCourseHeIs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 2.4 </span>- Bookie wishes he had his supermarket circulars.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />So he can read them on the plane.<br /><br />Really?<br /><br />REALLY?<br /><br />Someone is a blazin' hot mess. And it's not Jon.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 3.5</span> - Gurl puts on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-tXDC2UJaE">another crazy song</a>. This one involves a rabbi and and an old schul. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-tXDC2UJaE"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjFs67eFfoXvBbpd62wQZrtzcdpEAgViRDyS47L1-YIoSuLnE7tIAt6TFEMBhU7BKAsxs04W9wo5UCzorrReaqevORFu569mOWsPu0dc8vGVm1W4v6b38ufiMX4jD7r5WfWZmL37w9Nug/s1600-h/RabbiSchul.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjFs67eFfoXvBbpd62wQZrtzcdpEAgViRDyS47L1-YIoSuLnE7tIAt6TFEMBhU7BKAsxs04W9wo5UCzorrReaqevORFu569mOWsPu0dc8vGVm1W4v6b38ufiMX4jD7r5WfWZmL37w9Nug/s400/RabbiSchul.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046861102613445026" /></a></a><br /><br />It's veryFun.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 6.1 </span>- Bookie declares the he enjoys the word, "Onesie." Jon wishes Bookie was on a plane already.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 6.6 </span>- Gurl decides to put his headlights on...<br /><br />...but he doesn't put his records on.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 7.6 </span>- Bookie jizzes his pants when we drive by a CVS.<br /><br />Calm down GURL!<br /><br />Jon gets very upset that Bookie is going to ruin his pristine Prius.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 9.1</span> - Jon and Bookie are lost in Inglewood.<br /><br />OfCourseTheyAre.<br /><br />HOT!<br /><br />Where's Shannon?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 10.0 </span>- Jon and Bookie find their way. Still no Shannon.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 10.8</span> - Lost again. Of Course.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 10.9</span> - And we're OK. Kinda.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 11.2</span> - Another CVS!<br /><br />And so...Jon's Pristine Prius now has <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=jizzy+eye">Jizzy-Eye</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 12.3</span> - Bookie back seat drives and Gurl gets all flustered.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 13.5 </span>- Bookie declares that he likes to watch airplanes land.<br /><br />Jon thinks that Bookie likes this, because airplanes are just giant flying phalluses.<br /><br />So...<br /><br />OfCourseHeDoes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 14.2</span> - Bookie smells jet fuel and gets excited. Jon contemplates pushing Bookie out of the car.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 14.5</span> - Bookie arrives at LAX.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpaVagBiz0tMAv0MsyxgZfVNvsAx469FsY0FqDgL_geARQ5gH4H7NsCHJ58YEsjtfgKhlFc2MqKM81KBF8eo8EF1-yDh1opFDCidyYJCgSGHSxU4WQ8TCxAlStbO-dAXi45qRpMzp2jkp/s1600-h/justmissedLAXsign.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpaVagBiz0tMAv0MsyxgZfVNvsAx469FsY0FqDgL_geARQ5gH4H7NsCHJ58YEsjtfgKhlFc2MqKM81KBF8eo8EF1-yDh1opFDCidyYJCgSGHSxU4WQ8TCxAlStbO-dAXi45qRpMzp2jkp/s400/justmissedLAXsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046854436824201570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Seeya!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 14.50001</span> - Jon is left all alone in LA. He wonders how he can stop the boys from having too much fun without him...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsqq5rADTTLSKZj9W0O87XPjiSMgp_XWyOr4u6Y8WsIw8J04iOoPCPhy0AtIFFtg8-lgZAIoY5NaOQXecGiL39ALRldIAhJ71DUZdyRXlXk2sJ1PPAYkaUMqC9zIlSvxtOR9K0omMqH34/s1600-h/SadJohn.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsqq5rADTTLSKZj9W0O87XPjiSMgp_XWyOr4u6Y8WsIw8J04iOoPCPhy0AtIFFtg8-lgZAIoY5NaOQXecGiL39ALRldIAhJ71DUZdyRXlXk2sJ1PPAYkaUMqC9zIlSvxtOR9K0omMqH34/s400/SadJohn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046854436824201586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Call Bookie and tell him that CVS is having a fire sale?<br /><br />Call Jeff and tell him that the Mentos corporation is having a fire sale?<br /><br />Call Keith and tell him that Vicki Lawrence and the cast of her "TWO woman show" is having a fire sale?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiME0y57LCiKEjk5OAI7uSSXXNpdgHMrgSMqTrdVAu1Amd15Sea7EQrZ782rJzBAUPB03N6nFBVvrLvNwjTJDDerLqU3D3Htcz8hcbPUKb_3YIJiozlb-gRwuQPNjOMdpV1BPMsT8HpdrFr/s1600-h/VickiAndMama.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiME0y57LCiKEjk5OAI7uSSXXNpdgHMrgSMqTrdVAu1Amd15Sea7EQrZ782rJzBAUPB03N6nFBVvrLvNwjTJDDerLqU3D3Htcz8hcbPUKb_3YIJiozlb-gRwuQPNjOMdpV1BPMsT8HpdrFr/s400/VickiAndMama.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046859088273783186" /></a><br /><br />Nevermind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-41382979303841755152007-03-27T02:51:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:54.912-05:00Dangerous LiaisonsAfter leaving Tallahassee, Keith and I drove into Georgia. As soon as we crossed the border, we decided to stop at a Waffle House for some grub. Once we got off the highway, we noticed something even more alluring than the Waffle House:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBFmjXrpysVqOZvlUNQFo2T1FkxdFiQpEuyYyeOd-kyrv-z_0ouWPUzDFH6_MajLdS0AB_jUJ3o-TIfCCqfitdGeBs27Gn9B2no3Sczt_fSQuSfrzW1-7DlN2DhPVXtIe-E5e6Pcie_A/s1600-h/Big+Mama%27s+Kitchen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBFmjXrpysVqOZvlUNQFo2T1FkxdFiQpEuyYyeOd-kyrv-z_0ouWPUzDFH6_MajLdS0AB_jUJ3o-TIfCCqfitdGeBs27Gn9B2no3Sczt_fSQuSfrzW1-7DlN2DhPVXtIe-E5e6Pcie_A/s320/Big+Mama%27s+Kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046482746142018994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWQ_Fv2NkIA_SNkcoqK4jd07_hP949cMxaAHjgRu663WWbdURf0aiKjrfLX1lRxU4RhELYETlCp152fFb0zqEj2Hrn-KudVolyV5iFm89UZfOZBKwNitB7bQ1Ft8_fC7y7Vdtd0WkDJ8/s1600-h/PICT0325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWQ_Fv2NkIA_SNkcoqK4jd07_hP949cMxaAHjgRu663WWbdURf0aiKjrfLX1lRxU4RhELYETlCp152fFb0zqEj2Hrn-KudVolyV5iFm89UZfOZBKwNitB7bQ1Ft8_fC7y7Vdtd0WkDJ8/s320/PICT0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046479198499032370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Horrifically Hungry Roamers<br /></span></span></div><br />Big Mama's Kitchen, with its pink paint job and its All You Can Eat Buffet signage looked far too good to pass up. Keith and I entered and were treated to real southern soul food. About a hundred servings of it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9ZC3jyICpsGpMuuuOUV_LjhhYCpQLeP_GjDivndFPXmK2y9FaSXbbKn4EZRu20_ywrFIJZ9NYOqXpzqjCM1PeTkRTH5JChI0BMer0duTsKzsLMD9eEsPmvVSg1p3TI2T07AKX3Aji4Q/s1600-h/PICT0327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9ZC3jyICpsGpMuuuOUV_LjhhYCpQLeP_GjDivndFPXmK2y9FaSXbbKn4EZRu20_ywrFIJZ9NYOqXpzqjCM1PeTkRTH5JChI0BMer0duTsKzsLMD9eEsPmvVSg1p3TI2T07AKX3Aji4Q/s320/PICT0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046479207088966978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Keith Eats Soul (but he's not a solider!)<br /></span><span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">While in there, we fell in love with another waitress--Geraldine, who insisted we all try out her very own Banana Pudding. (It was delicious.) The real highlight of the afternoon was when I whipped out my computer to show Keith something. The patrons and employees alike began freaking out, gasping in awe and saying things like, "That's one of those Laptop things! I wanna get me one of them so bad!" And, "That must have cost, what? A hundred bucks?"<br /><br />It was amazing and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">embarrassing</span> all at once.<br /><br />We made a hasty exit (well...hasty is a strong word, considering we had just eaten over forty pounds of food) and trekked all the way through Georgia and into South Carolina to visit my friend John that I knew from my time working in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wildwood</span>, NJ.<br /><br />I haven't seen John in a little over a year, and before that, it had been eight or nine years. After getting a bit lost (due to the fact that we didn't actually get the GPS at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wal</span>mart last night. Guess Matt was right, after all!) we finally pulled up to John's house, who invited us to go ahead and park on the lawn.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_CAYrz_CsQOn5q_sUzt2kJ6DoT04wft9jHTHF7r_qB_8GFUS_EpKuG2IKio-JsVMLa9by5GDJJqnDkteqjsFW22emnY0FykuLsFZSWI2gNPfSVW7T2GwmZlv8znkpA14yqFHH_GzU0g/s1600-h/PICT0335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_CAYrz_CsQOn5q_sUzt2kJ6DoT04wft9jHTHF7r_qB_8GFUS_EpKuG2IKio-JsVMLa9by5GDJJqnDkteqjsFW22emnY0FykuLsFZSWI2gNPfSVW7T2GwmZlv8znkpA14yqFHH_GzU0g/s320/PICT0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046481801249213826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HHR</span>: It's not just for streets anymore.<br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />You see, John's getting ready to move out of the house with his wife, and so--it's pretty much a free-for-all there. For example--as you walk in, the dark panelling of the walls, coupled with the closed blinds make for a nearly pitch black living room. That is, until you screw in the light bulb on the ceiling fan that hangs above the coffee table.<br /><br />As John showed me to the rest room, we saw the bathroom door:<br /></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_tayiYV8LC1N8GBnp0T9NRFrxG3hA7WDtHRlpNITew9GKEEPELhdE5hClgHDX8-ML0i3CJobYBkS1evFG-sn6sjXNfkNT3kFO9tO9JDCHXOFsGN18CLy4FpJDjx2CF2kndD_NUNpZFQ/s1600-h/PICT0328.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_tayiYV8LC1N8GBnp0T9NRFrxG3hA7WDtHRlpNITew9GKEEPELhdE5hClgHDX8-ML0i3CJobYBkS1evFG-sn6sjXNfkNT3kFO9tO9JDCHXOFsGN18CLy4FpJDjx2CF2kndD_NUNpZFQ/s320/PICT0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046483033904827858" border="0" /></a>Here's a close-up of the sheet that seperates you from the rest of the house as you shower, shave or urinate:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnjVspYRZyEFXFtT1_rCBoe9gDYdDNG7JMge7pEZ7MZd-Ybq6iQ6SRQKG5tS9xNxSfkuam86kqkbOWErGHnUBLzeUvEIlJGvkFfIDB4T2yDw_UFd-Rjd0wng0ZBWr9HBDnUpeNRXVNIE/s1600-h/Shitter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnjVspYRZyEFXFtT1_rCBoe9gDYdDNG7JMge7pEZ7MZd-Ybq6iQ6SRQKG5tS9xNxSfkuam86kqkbOWErGHnUBLzeUvEIlJGvkFfIDB4T2yDw_UFd-Rjd0wng0ZBWr9HBDnUpeNRXVNIE/s320/Shitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046482750436986306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">It was great to see John again and catch up on all the randomness that we used to do, and on the terrifying people we used to know back in Cape May, NJ.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HVkOf707tSOzq-5zxpE-HYrA8h8ehgL6PmpFeM2pFew3ap1qWuwofn8x58wOCpCX95nyVVeuIpt24Pv_RqXo6S3Xm_PoYbky1e-7Re_T_OgDe1ybQXJ1k9kibriptS1cHUDTotkOJmQ/s1600-h/PICT0334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HVkOf707tSOzq-5zxpE-HYrA8h8ehgL6PmpFeM2pFew3ap1qWuwofn8x58wOCpCX95nyVVeuIpt24Pv_RqXo6S3Xm_PoYbky1e-7Re_T_OgDe1ybQXJ1k9kibriptS1cHUDTotkOJmQ/s320/PICT0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046481792659279218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Jeff and John pose with the man who invented the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">HHR</span><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />We also went to dinner <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">with</span> his roommate Brian , who regaled us with stories about blowing up a bottle of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Tabasco</span> sauce using some gun powder that John had in the house. Shrapnel was everywhere--including Brian's body. And he's got the scars to prove it.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1r6rDs82V9y6xj7Ae6VJKHRFzdwQ9q1myPtQEGTJVpOMNG3B-_0q1cbtxdLYhP2aGMOrFMSTZkmkcHpF7rrLai0XBvzjprq6eTR3lPq2lRckMWFUOUIRa7VLr3RR-rVP0s93zlwT-oM/s1600-h/PICT0332.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1r6rDs82V9y6xj7Ae6VJKHRFzdwQ9q1myPtQEGTJVpOMNG3B-_0q1cbtxdLYhP2aGMOrFMSTZkmkcHpF7rrLai0XBvzjprq6eTR3lPq2lRckMWFUOUIRa7VLr3RR-rVP0s93zlwT-oM/s320/PICT0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046493397660913122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Brian and his heart of glass.<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;">Those guys were fun as hell to visit, but Miss Sheri had some plans for us in Charlotte, NC, so after dinner, we drove through the rest of South Carolina and finally got here to Charlotte to meet up with Sheri and her dog Richie:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAJGRpyTiabPPBoj1XXhK5tMAlQnQtFEC4wr8JqU0MW-LxlhJ2ac_Aqv35tvnh39UuSV832mTrKFxHmLzvNzwbdswOmUPJ4pnnFt4LWYtDOielgNDSNjF3FtrPUGxgnxiGy55jZU9jyg/s1600-h/PICT0348.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAJGRpyTiabPPBoj1XXhK5tMAlQnQtFEC4wr8JqU0MW-LxlhJ2ac_Aqv35tvnh39UuSV832mTrKFxHmLzvNzwbdswOmUPJ4pnnFt4LWYtDOielgNDSNjF3FtrPUGxgnxiGy55jZU9jyg/s320/PICT0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046481805544181138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Keith & Jeff after four states in eight hours and a Very Refreshing Sheri!<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;">Sheri was kind enough to take Keith and I to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Liaisons</span> immediately after we arrived. We met up with her friends Kara and Lucas (<span style="font-style: italic;">NOT KEITH!) </span>As Keith mentioned, those two were insane and hilarious, all at once. They had us laughing nonstop with their shtick. Or it might have been the booze that Lucas kept buying us. (Both <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LucasKeith</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">LucasLucas</span>.) Either way, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">I'll</span> remember this night fondly...if I remember it at all.<br /><br />Thanks to Sheri and her dog Richie for letting Keith and I crash here tonight. Starting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">riiiiiiight</span> NOW!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBhOdXK7jf4KvPWWYCksYTlHr5q3lnL-TgjgkHCFsDw06jwJMATrNUThF6PxRuYvZ2BDGQ-DH7oafHkuHtbLXpG8M9LyxL6xCopsOY1wxVle8NN-ymNS208tAtElVeO7ggtJQBEgjdtk/s1600-h/PICT0369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBhOdXK7jf4KvPWWYCksYTlHr5q3lnL-TgjgkHCFsDw06jwJMATrNUThF6PxRuYvZ2BDGQ-DH7oafHkuHtbLXpG8M9LyxL6xCopsOY1wxVle8NN-ymNS208tAtElVeO7ggtJQBEgjdtk/s320/PICT0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046481809839148450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Richie Says "Goodnight... and if you asses try to dress me up, you'll be dead by morning!"<br /></span></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-65225937260685660782007-03-27T01:21:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:57.028-05:00Day 2: Tallahassee, FL to Charlotte, NC498 - Leaving Burkeshire Jr.<br /><div><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046493903320607106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIYpZVfco82cIL5LnezCkBRHz3gsHUnSQMvQPNxLPUA3kaT65g5hukCrUui3X7NM8y91XzaTq86Gay9IvqS5-dFs3yTzwzznjOoia8BZ1ZtftwDncOWJAr9rWrqs0OHmqQVCl1_H0Fqg7/s320/worst+road+trip+ever+045+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>505 - Baum!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494006399822226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggsFa16QtxEUEkOOd7c-NukQb4uA5rRbh6BBn0KslIAzrBlaz9aZDaqC0ohhK1myppxJjFXcC1VVoqLoLSymEL5OVRl1hky52b2No6TRQbfviSk0HBmUBfXSRX1eTDWZzpUHRka_LcJZD/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+046+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>514 - Keith starts getting anxiety about the spiral notebook</div><div></div><br /><div>520 - 100mph is the new 80!</div><div></div><br /><div>526 - Worst Road Trip Ever almost de-railed as Jeff and Keith both go to Comedy Jail for </div><div> labeling Alaska gays as EskiMOES</div><div></div><br /><div>548 - Freak wind nearly blows the HHR (Mary Poppins Mobile) into the trees </div><div> </div><div>556 - Jeff and Keith break all teeth courtesy of frozen Mentos...the Teethbreaker. </div><div> </div><div>568 - Linda's Yard Art!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494105184070050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWtEUqeojey_wIsPncMhxKX86q2iJWrpCDyf7X0sRe4D4JKKmH6NHrpo2FcQJnfRnL5H1CwmMmnKjAiWGBGhJPCv4Y8-8khZK24kuhyphenhyphen_AE2v0qONicg_zxDHlIpnWtQpU98EIlPw62tfs/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+049+(2).jpg" border="0" />607 -Keith pretends he is not in comedy jail...he is wrong!<br /><br /><div></div><div>621 - "Slaw down and buckle up" Really?!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494182493481394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlZvKMlphHvmXsiXRzCQQpKDuX7u8vWD32pYrqkMQk-_C3PcwQPEjJkpEyIOSk42-2fIlQuqz2EUPtPnuWJqYGT5ER0HPm4-p-ucMz1_eU_JeHcL2OwJ-VZNx3h0bwe9fKn8iOqokN4pd/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+056+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>651 - No Pushing!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494345702238658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9a-jMEL3I5KZovRMRUFd78cD4nZvh5x25AnX2wSew1Rk2j5zgT96_nO2Gvy0f6_4OmfgM5AhrRoiqJ3A2XfJM00y2oEfsCTJumbFHFVh1waFGj3kT9F_lE0ykFs7UwWcwAOgYsVWmZOCM/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+065+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>666 - Ah! Satan! Ah! (Jeff shares a cell in comedy jail with Satan, that's a shame)</div><div></div><br /><div>691 - Gas is cheap around here...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494478846224850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt-QF1HhzDuRq1TRvfr-SBnJlyiSQpsmg9WZU-hZgG2l8u-rP3EGhr6z_iMW30J2Rf63rxI4EoZ4H4MvfYWenrEA9AZjDQJXzV-9rD_tCIwB4vcoA5v73A09VP6GRAdhK62LWLaAPN_S5/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+072+(2).jpg" border="0" />697 - Jeff finds trip odometer button....it's too late.<br /><div></div><br /><div>700 - Jeff is a genius!</div><div></div><br /><div>700.2 - Jeff is back to being an idiot!</div><br /><div></div><div>725.5 - Oversized Load! (That's us right now)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494569040538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGN5nqWjuBAZgOQqK1gGxw3rRkWj1eMCl03LmZy_-GH4RXUDskFQ4HtXc_tYrqLuEIL7DHHw4-Vv6DopBt6wvPdKXb6cvuMqiLztDzwYc-XJsFazPrj0uh3ANXaV9OrFA73mL_Y4_4hu2K/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+075+(2).jpg" border="0" /> <div>728.4 - Jeff and Keith ponder the age old question, who are Tippycanoe and Tyler, two?</div><br /><div></div><div>747.6 - Easyrods...HOT!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494659234851314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFiINHrsH95outy16cddbNSftWpOuzhpZd16iuc3PatUoOw-pQzuCPF92EKht4lIuPozM3dBmwxt2GIVN8efEQ63EPzVpgZ7j8jYfOG1VXEyHJYfNiSAJzj1xGEM9tfs04m4peZR8td-ow/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+080+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>776.3 - Keith becomes illiterate</div><div></div><br /><div>817.9 - SNL - delivering comedy to you every week!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494783788902914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKq09jhJhR9cfP8WPNLhsfYnHf5-4sUw6wEKMOQ2XOKmTwf9A0t_SYnWsj0QJcPqpqskypBluRcMSky-fBfaa4XOpEp7PCex5mjvV8DOSaeP_Mbq26Vjbs2ch4N5hDA9rosGcgeRv2sJz/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+087+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>835.6 - Hobo Joe's!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046494882573150738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYtkHLftenv8oe2TOyvtrUnUD3QLCg6HmreT3DUDuTnK2RwxduDKU8622OeaTu3WWl-QC8ZnLNICpeIaaRfJnqm77v7UBoC_gmSCNnFScjX4FAXl15xTo4PzutkvWpFRkovsfw4muXRCqx/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+090+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>867.7 - Viva La Bam-berg (thats a shame for Jeff)</div><div></div><br /><div>948.5 - We're lost again! Fuckin Mapquest!</div><div></div><br /><div>1012 - South Carolina is the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Ah!!!</div><div></div><br /><div>1026.5 - Jeff kills Mothra</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046497244805163570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7KqqoH6gBwwkHrGZ2VbydKizea6JqrTit0m3ULI2VBrHxSj9FnqCKhI8ouuE207e1l8IIr4J2EPZGNXuKYQ6XSKLlrVd6dqrDvsQnROzBbB53Ex0sEGVDZ6uQ0luG-E35DyOaHIXIX84/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+106+(2).jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>1037 - Jeff almost drowns...a thing happened!</div><div></div><br /><div>1061 - Weoooo! Charlotte!! Weooo!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Spiral Notebookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07272282681956646933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-36437975430508911792007-03-27T00:30:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:39:59.174-05:00You Can Use the Brain Today!<div align="left">So, we woke up this morning, raring to go, or as close to it, as Jeff and I could muster. AJ and Hailey were waiting to meet us with open arms, well at least for me anyway, they both sort of looked at Jeff like he was from Mars.</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046474910149202146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDJt33ADcMoAD-v4LipU50kpZUpg5Mdg68ZuKmAGLu7u_4XDfaoKtz9S12zHtpo_XCIPsHp7RlpzZrGIAsWnWrdriZucnzzryGlIHcUk5tcvL5wproODMa-f7Lw_QJAS4EzCr3J2e9ZVN/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+009.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Uhhh...</em></span></div><br /><p>After giving the kids some presents, as any good uncle should, the kids finally came around. We enjoyed a lovely cheesy filled breakfast courtesy of my sister Danielle. It was great to see my brother and the rest of the fam, so it was sad to say, but we bid a fond farewell to my brother. </p><p>Before we could leave, Matt lovingly yelled at Jeff and I some more for not knowing where the hell we were going, and for just generally not having much of a clue. He was still hoping that we would agree to go get that GPS mapping system thing. Danielle jumped in to defend us, or something, she really is my sister from another life.</p><p>After some more directionally challenged mockery, Matt said to Danielle "of course you are on his side, you two share the same brain!". And out of the kindness of her heart Danielle said "that's fine, he can use it today, I will just drool during the kids' parent teacher conference today". Aww, isn't she sweet!<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046476971733504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHYVGrz4lKNBVhYj_dbFcdXcdFd-2Idl-cnT2HyltpR8yh88Jo-km4XNpz23sf7C9X35sFTXKMqkNc4wAcYh5xAUHFeA0HsIM605b9Vv0e7br5TXltxB3SSxzbRxgwF_vq02VPm7TQ3Pu/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+043.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Burkejoy</em></span><br /><br /><br /></p><p>So we finally got our tired lazy asses into the car heading off into the great blue yonder, in the general direction of South Carolina, I think. Thanks again bro, for the hospitality! As we pulled out of the driveway, we couldn't help but comment on my brother's lovely lawn, and lo and behold, he won an award for it! </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046477555849056514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJj8n-Us1ky_KCLi0LEntaulgZIxU1YGVkTs-qpwG1Z4EC22Ko7FOUFindxHG878yCpYwc2B0PwPD_m4arfFLZKYDEc6_dCrvUWhRkDxuwgDUP3SJmXMsysh52PLM3P_z6mRVM3cfx6Wn/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+015.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ooooh, Fancy!</span></em><br /></p><br /><p align="left">After driving for a hundred years, we arrived in Columbia, South Carolina, where we had dinner with Jeff's friend John. After an early dinner, we hopped back in the shit ass mobile, and headed up to Charlotte, North Carolina, to meet up with Jeff's friend Sheri, who was amazing. We went off to a bar called "Liason", which looked like a hot pink plantation house, I'm not making this up...</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046478702605324562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEc4Xvomt8wwywHZuqOqXfwFXr9ZT_9La-VFOS9qUf8HHLEGg8XWCO7f0z_EtxatwkIZumnEnU5pPmD0q25W8kvxB_a00zZRXBisvHS8Nr-nTUY2OT9ceFoqZBdC4e8k8y9kvR0NOVBzg-/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+130.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">See I told you!</span></em><br /><br /></p><p align="left">We had an amazing time at the bar. Sheri's friends all came out to meet us at the bar. In particular, Lucas and Kara were absolutely hilarous. They pretty much act like they are brother and sister and it was absolute comedy to watch them bicker about why they didn't audition for "the Amazing Race". Kara is also getting ready to join the Ladies Junior League. She is very fancy and fantastic, with her pearls. She is pretty much a sitcom with a pulse, and I mean that in the best possible way. I think we all drank about 75 drinks each, before heading off to Waffle House for some late night, and much needed greasy goodness, here is a photo recap! </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046596689651913122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg2UaNR5xKnII744SMdEdZmWd1j1HtAg7CAkpN25KMXUUfL51QP2Eq2hTYaLLbng0z52DnsIpWL2jMeGta5sW5wS7hfhvMyQLQSXb8oXS8ioiR5FMo69O6_sdSIjlqzSr5gbWmzL4ClblE/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+109.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeff and Sherijoy</span></em></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046596453428711826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3zjTlyXOisMEHPFp3s_E4sb51lyuqSd7tgIP7CQAITnFISZrjlQy_yKpWdJR3dqBnkW4bFO_Bqfe5ZrmtglOjiTypplTpj2JNVn-4U2CmzVyfA6dngtmII0dzwfjkPG5l_Jqean07SQZ/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+112.jpg" width="320" border="0" /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The Last sober moment</span></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046596178550804866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_ObEy8682IVeY1GZPK_qqoZ1u7J9ledZM1LS-yWiF7GDmKtAcRLc48VIdzljUwFa-5ls_gs8R92WxfN7ASoq75eE5LfeMRd9telNc6w8tVwZYB2iKSguQegagOX2x9xMwnNguhpmsGdW/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+114.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">KrazyKarajoy</span></em><br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046480150009303330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirplCQvE3OvUwlF_8GfHKkiTC-hY8CLpG2kEC0Qh8tPqCOIZoUnojh0q0lDJ0wUo2bdyKVgC5LqBr0TNT0yvq-zDyAFKSWgObBkDToIiEI4-pbc1CXd176HokTr1acwu1Br7LD2GW6iB-g/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+117.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Aww, Vodkajoy</em></span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046480605275836722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4R0lrCH8zGsKxhBRYfLNlVa_5YbaqglKfxwGbkqtI74_3PYZXXzRZcK-XKcskbpy8ij6lJfGzxQ6-Yw_X-uN33nRkA4OGGgb_9RATCv1JXWoLdrBBCi6pxPW9wVWkb5JdxP7xMct5kJl/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+127.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">What do you think about the crisis in the Middle East?</span></em><br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046481163621585234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdT_g1pK4w8_Ezo_Js2YbeF9taKSb_CcPsxj2xrqggCK6r8nRWNs5z3qwn8pDt_jU72_vhyphenhyphen6VdYREK18orsWFnHDzTypZgy0sRDps2_VE3RdLFvfppT_aQzEVMDB1XIRF-w5vYCxV30m9A/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+124.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">That's a shame!</span></em></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046481520103870834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAC42nwL3Iu_nIZFpB8flGNSHnx8PbsjOfc3GwYJulmFW5b1-oKPfsKiijRYikRXnXqa-xW4qd_D_bcM-gIl_d0UxuaQ7Mhf6e23Y5ye62K4ilivUdpCESQWs8R-raI1Nb_m0QMnjov-aq/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+129.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Best night ever!</span></em> </p><p align="left">Ugh, I am so ready for bed, and it is 300 o'clock in the morning. Charlotte has been a blast, Sheri has been amazing, letting us crash at her beautiful house. And that's all for now folks, I'm gonna pass out now, before I pass out. See ya!<br /></p>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-90079941308242837682007-03-26T14:55:00.000-05:002007-03-26T21:56:05.422-05:00OfCourseHeDidItAgain.Remember <a href="http://carjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/ofcoursehedid.html">last year</a> when DJ Adam "Gurl" Bookbinder did a shout out to Carjoy LIVE on the AIR?<br /><br />Well, here's the thing...<br /><br />He's done it again.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/951roadtrip-mp3.html">"Worst. Voice Break. Ever." - by Adam Bookbinder</a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ADDED BONUS:</span></span><br /><br />Hear what happens when DJ Bookbinder meets Gnarls Barkley...<br /><a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/crazybookie-mp3.html"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/crazybookie-mp3.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"CrazyBookie" - Adam Bookbinder vs. Gnarls Barkley</span></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The link is WORKING NOW!</span></div><br /><br />And then listen to him "mash up" against Mister Justin Timberlake...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/sexybookie-mp3.html">"SexyBookie" - Adam Bookbinder vs. Justin Timberlake</a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">And this one is WORKING too!</span></div><br /><br />Hot!Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04554578947040967229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-67805952400848732302007-03-25T21:50:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:40:03.197-05:00H. H. ARGH!Finally! The road trip begins!<br /><br />Keith and I piled the mascots into the ridiculous little Chevy HHR (<span style="font-style: italic;">High Hazard Roadster?)</span> and headed off to Tallahassee.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJDJ5hHfuAdaMswhi04m-nPzBhgLlACXQRr6lXKTy4gllC8NLUnF0lVowLaHXRzpyeCXlB0Nbze4dPmaCEQ5SN-aXH1d3t_GMHMGsIU36sKCcUX2v_Ayko4RTEIHXxNpKjD8ye6750ss/s1600-h/PICT0234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJDJ5hHfuAdaMswhi04m-nPzBhgLlACXQRr6lXKTy4gllC8NLUnF0lVowLaHXRzpyeCXlB0Nbze4dPmaCEQ5SN-aXH1d3t_GMHMGsIU36sKCcUX2v_Ayko4RTEIHXxNpKjD8ye6750ss/s320/PICT0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046064901658692738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ChickenJoy and the CryPod!<br /></span></span></div><br />Soon, we began seeing billboards for Yeehaw Junction.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxYRS42jhu8gHyAPYvYvDltdBnCmkHS7pp2DhxKaVjytTjptbmGY7cdlVbVhUvaUOoGo6LtsMdKLxWClckNNzRCgpTtRUbdlNL2S7T_QxczrCQNRnYUNJEcRlQQEOyDZGLSrVt_w_Tqo/s1600-h/Dahlings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxYRS42jhu8gHyAPYvYvDltdBnCmkHS7pp2DhxKaVjytTjptbmGY7cdlVbVhUvaUOoGo6LtsMdKLxWClckNNzRCgpTtRUbdlNL2S7T_QxczrCQNRnYUNJEcRlQQEOyDZGLSrVt_w_Tqo/s320/Dahlings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046064918838561970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Seriously, y'all.<br /></span></span></div><br />Dozens of them. Probably more than a hundred, actually. They were all different, but they were all beckoning us to Yeehaw.<br /><br />As soon as we got off the exit, the party began with a flashy billboard!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKosMkGw6Nxo7bCoR7BNKKuiMqIVUZJfWMRWRfF0YClcJ0BHT7ttrUw_lUIkUYVxoGKlXNw_V3QYLsL49hQEXhswXVhh3YcxUk50gvLIu523juyUxBmpsJfmKgd3hTUxrOu6tPPOoUUk/s1600-h/Welcome+to+Yeehaw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKosMkGw6Nxo7bCoR7BNKKuiMqIVUZJfWMRWRfF0YClcJ0BHT7ttrUw_lUIkUYVxoGKlXNw_V3QYLsL49hQEXhswXVhh3YcxUk50gvLIu523juyUxBmpsJfmKgd3hTUxrOu6tPPOoUUk/s320/Welcome+to+Yeehaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046064923133529282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Rockets! Dolphins! Sun! Fun!<br /></span></span></div><br />It was so promising! Look how much fun that welcoming billboard is! I was so psyched for some local Florida fun! Sadly, as soon as we drove past the billboard, it was no longer welcoming. In fact, it was a town straight out of the X-Files. And not one of the alien episodes either, where everyone is normal. No. This was a full on Monster X File Town, where the psycho locals eat the visitors and burn their cars to make more elaborate devices to trap more visitors. It's a viscious cycle.<br /><br />And now, please allow me to present:<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yeehaw Junction--A Photo Essay:</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgXlC6vFY-yq4-UEnKpjEqVYOqzpqSMWIK4jmfUi9Zd11lP8qdgGKkj9bzqufnAjzQcV2UakGlZZJH4DtKWKwYPFhWx_cGv8DxjAIrzFWqcc5iuoBqC9x7GerWg211av_ck3ivp1GLg4/s1600-h/PICT0268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgXlC6vFY-yq4-UEnKpjEqVYOqzpqSMWIK4jmfUi9Zd11lP8qdgGKkj9bzqufnAjzQcV2UakGlZZJH4DtKWKwYPFhWx_cGv8DxjAIrzFWqcc5iuoBqC9x7GerWg211av_ck3ivp1GLg4/s320/PICT0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046065640393067762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Local Pile of Trees!<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pl7GFpaEPiUadCDwO-6b2KnAnnKc6t0kr0i7QohVFtSPiqaifJr9QE7MSM3vTuJdP7wozpd8f3RLp-NfmoihhmdGF-znwc4wpq5UWL6nUnrbUMXYQseosSXMlI8WABLrp1UrA3QYadE/s1600-h/Cold+Beer.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pl7GFpaEPiUadCDwO-6b2KnAnnKc6t0kr0i7QohVFtSPiqaifJr9QE7MSM3vTuJdP7wozpd8f3RLp-NfmoihhmdGF-znwc4wpq5UWL6nUnrbUMXYQseosSXMlI8WABLrp1UrA3QYadE/s320/Cold+Beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046064914543594658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Restaraunt!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvAo-sJ58EutvytJ5IYH2AcuLIq6_Trgi9E7yPXRjWQ2mEgt1fZjv6NK3-lYo4BbxjRPJx7rAN3UaH2Z-lbPOzFJfSJTEVTlksrV1EUc_5Gf1JGylebAWxqnDVpvjdZURJyav38Qk1ak/s1600-h/PICT0260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvAo-sJ58EutvytJ5IYH2AcuLIq6_Trgi9E7yPXRjWQ2mEgt1fZjv6NK3-lYo4BbxjRPJx7rAN3UaH2Z-lbPOzFJfSJTEVTlksrV1EUc_5Gf1JGylebAWxqnDVpvjdZURJyav38Qk1ak/s320/PICT0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046065434234637538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Other Restaurant!<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhGX3DTScBurUahNFUd8dlHN-rY2o4HopppqODqsKd4_kZvmevHuzjdypf84xDcPM2nJgMW6Djo4iaXCYi3IhvN_yUdwUGJbBT5NIzBw8Laink0v2k4xCQLnW24nUU1NHk38ivKb6-Z8/s1600-h/PICT0258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhGX3DTScBurUahNFUd8dlHN-rY2o4HopppqODqsKd4_kZvmevHuzjdypf84xDcPM2nJgMW6Djo4iaXCYi3IhvN_yUdwUGJbBT5NIzBw8Laink0v2k4xCQLnW24nUU1NHk38ivKb6-Z8/s320/PICT0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046064914543594642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Boiled P-Nuts!</span><br /></span></div><br />We were terrified. We immediately sped out of this town and happily had lunch at a Burger King in Turkey Lake, FL. Burp.<br /><br />Once we got back into the Chevy HHR <span style="font-style: italic;">(Honking Horn Ridiculousness) </span>we made our way to Tallahassee to hang out with Keith's Brother Matt and his family. Matt took us to dinner and the Brothers Burke bickered a bit about how we're going to get lost going to South & North Carolina tomorrow. Matt quickly became the trip's Techincal Advisor and decided to get us a GPS system to help us on our way. This, of course, entailed a trip to the Super WalMart.<br /><br />Keith parked the car and tried to turn the Chevy HHR off. Of course, he couldn't actually get the key out of the ignition. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_cRnpmX6MJVKujV-XyZ-DjzzR6NepYErdpq54mtIGOXGQLdQ4IGZZJf7A_iC8obWy_w-RpfmO5Qth2WC35e99yBSXXSjxd5_H9tX4DJkC8QCAfIUH6roAJxZ-194vGHzeIHSBCLYnko/s1600-h/PICT0322.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_cRnpmX6MJVKujV-XyZ-DjzzR6NepYErdpq54mtIGOXGQLdQ4IGZZJf7A_iC8obWy_w-RpfmO5Qth2WC35e99yBSXXSjxd5_H9tX4DJkC8QCAfIUH6roAJxZ-194vGHzeIHSBCLYnko/s320/PICT0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046071709181857058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Inside the HHR--Horribly Heinous Roadster.<br /></span></span></div><br />He tried and tried--turning the car on, then back off a few times--but the damned key wouldn't turn all the way back and let him remove it. Soon, our Techincal Advisor stepped in.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmn4RLREM-T2dF-HqnovUf7iYevp3YdFfq9NtzqnNJC0_zVidlRgF28MrileMATzE73iHGNJicnXbxf1f8LiHJ7P8coCmWATuRlynP6K-DW0U0ph1GE5_iC1V6G9x-J_zVCwKNjy8oXY/s1600-h/PICT0319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmn4RLREM-T2dF-HqnovUf7iYevp3YdFfq9NtzqnNJC0_zVidlRgF28MrileMATzE73iHGNJicnXbxf1f8LiHJ7P8coCmWATuRlynP6K-DW0U0ph1GE5_iC1V6G9x-J_zVCwKNjy8oXY/s320/PICT0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046071700591922434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >One Tiny Key. One Big Problem.</span><br /></div><br />But even his expertise couldn't rescue us from this quandary. I got in the driver's seat myself and, after trying for two seconds, gave up hope and called National.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_z7VxT3hZnXqGxa_0Q3fDmhiEzxOdrCjYRTWDYcndIzH1yDoNX-6P1PIC4AgXfaP5jqbQbUbuz6oYK_viJlTgwuHOg7BbCudD6vVxBkILyDOZQmxNwSffK7XhPgfS-o8YbCinBPohu8/s1600-h/PICT0320.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_z7VxT3hZnXqGxa_0Q3fDmhiEzxOdrCjYRTWDYcndIzH1yDoNX-6P1PIC4AgXfaP5jqbQbUbuz6oYK_viJlTgwuHOg7BbCudD6vVxBkILyDOZQmxNwSffK7XhPgfS-o8YbCinBPohu8/s320/PICT0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046071704886889746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">SadKeithJoy<br /></span></span></div><br />I told the woman who answered that our key was stuck in the car. She replied, "You've got an HHR?" I said, "Excuse me?" She said, "What kind of car do you have?" I said, "It's a Chevy HHR." She said, "Yes, I know." She then instructed me on how to remove the key. (Essentially, I have to slam the damned thing into Park. And if that doesn't work, there's a little hatch underneath the steering column that, in theory, will help us force the key out.) <br /><br />Apparently, the HHR actually stands for Ha-Ha, Retarded.Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-58317525604936981202007-03-25T21:43:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:40:03.840-05:00Worst Car Ever!So this morning we woke up and had one final breakfast with Mom and Dad. Mom made one of her specialties...<br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046058878142075058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Iwoyuhd1OJmnqlqFIzVfzKdNyHRJFloefDdQymWzobWtUITivufsSRBLLq7Dk9-SETG0BoHz8OeqRti-L6aZy5wRpf_RpRmelumdjHEcosDKYLLRwxjUFYcCqxAjgJFQdmw_sdInZW3w/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+005.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Mmm, Hot Diabetes!</span></em><br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">After stuffing our faces, we headed down to South Beach to pick up the "car". I say that because it is a car in shape only. Not only is it the gayest car ever, a Chevy HHR (<span style="font-size:85%;">see Jeff's post for what HHR stands for</span>), but it has more problems than Rachel has with Cracker Barrel!</div><br /><br /><div align="left">As the overly friendly attendant threw our key and gestured toward the alley, telling us "your car is the silver one around the corner". What could we do with such hospitality, but scurry off around the corner in search of the car. As we came around into the alley, it was filled with at least 30 cars, half of which are silver. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">What were we do to, we didn't have an alarm for the car (<span style="font-size:85%;">I'll get to that part later</span>). So we wandered from car to car, trying to match the logo on the key. After looking at every car on one side, with nothing to show for it. I noticed a random looking car, inconspicuously parked across the street.</div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046063950498451650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WiRZyNLzWfQHMYJWM4w5U3XwBAHpCYzJggZkThSc5pgxbFhI7qdFZTWs6l9AjrrmCOrYeuFRug9maT9d3hYZcD0Z9XIfpBY7CAblD7aVOlOj3YfetfIgKM0mFh6RCDQ0VS4iHp8TmKAH/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+008.jpg" width="320" border="0" /><p align="center"> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">?????</span></em><br /><br /></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p>Sadly, I was right, and that bastard child of a Mini Cooper and a PT Cruiser, was in fact our car. Inside, things weren't much better, from the cigarette burn in the back seat (<span style="font-size:85%;">the last driver must have missed the no smoking sticker plastered on the dashboard</span>), to the missing dome light, with nothing but a hole where it used to be, this lemon, I mean car, was all ours. </p><p>Hoping for the best, we bid a fond farewell to Mama and Papa Burke, and headed off into the proverbial sunset. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046065539636351186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_d1WBpkbQXVWFioLTUm-mCCKA32eJkQTJgWjMStmSCthOSpa9LUKTD1ArTPayCdk7Ky3sKa-OxCc4t6ujrJ7km5j3vZMTw8s3GTMRdm9nD_tHq78U87fw6_Dh3Swd84YXLIpA7uZW3Drm/s320/Worst+Road+Trip+Ever+007.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">At least it started off with smiles</span></em></p><p align="left">After a good few hours in the car, we stopped at a rest stop to waz, and came to realize that it's important for you to actually have the alarm button thingamajig for the car. Apparently, the wonderful people at National Car Rental, sadly, don't agree.</p><p align="left">So now, every time that we have to open the car, the alarm goes off! Let me tell you, it's pretty fantastic how everyone in a parking lot looks at you like you are either too dumb to turn the alarm off, or you are a brazen thief trying to steal the car in broad daylight. At least we only have to do this another, I don't know, 45 more times before we send this P.O.S. off to the glue factory. </p><p align="left">Finally, we arrived in Tallahassee, and went to grab a bite to eat with my brother Matt. I think Jeff had more fun watching us bicker and mock each other for the whole meal at Chili's. Ahh, the good ol days. </p><p align="left">That's all for now, my brother and my sister-in-law, Danielle, are laughing at us "geeks" who are too busy typing up yesterday's memories. Gotta go, I'm makin memories!!<br /></p><p><br /></p>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790297754890678219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-26377610651615999992007-03-25T21:40:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:40:05.144-05:00Day One (ish) Miami, FL - Tallahassee, FLMile #26766. (AKA Mile 0) We discover the Chevy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">HHR</span> doesn't have a trip odometer. Jeff has to do math to record the mileage. At least one of the H's now stands for Hatred.<br /><br />Mile 1 -- Mama & Papa Burke pull up next to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chevy HHR</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MamaBurke</span> shouts, "Don't forget to put your lights on!" Keith: "It's sunny out!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNrevSzUBTSSSRLuzK0GeixbrvxOIQX7KlV3w4BSfM5HAHhI-ISeTKaLYJJi2SXfVRfnDkXpqchhGBHqShiyES1bER-XPOf7AEH8dLNk0NwLpEJfqKhAh-Ov_7bPtyDlpse7UO6WjnEzZ/s1600-h/PICT0228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNrevSzUBTSSSRLuzK0GeixbrvxOIQX7KlV3w4BSfM5HAHhI-ISeTKaLYJJi2SXfVRfnDkXpqchhGBHqShiyES1bER-XPOf7AEH8dLNk0NwLpEJfqKhAh-Ov_7bPtyDlpse7UO6WjnEzZ/s320/PICT0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046078287925307634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Awww</span>, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Burkes</span>!<br /></span></span></div><br /><br />Mile 1.3 -- We drive by Kosher World. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Oy</span>.<br /><br />Mile 1.9 -- Our first Freeway: 195!<br /><br />Mile 3.0 -- Dead bird on the road! Yuck! Also: The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Burkes</span> are tailing us.<br /><br />Mile 4.5 -- We lose the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Burkes</span>! Bye Bye, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Burkeys</span>!<br /><br />Mile 7.8 -- 95 North! We can take you to Philly, yo! But we're not gonna. (yet.)<br /><br />Mile 9.0 -- Passing the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Boobie</span> Trap Love Stuff" store. Jeff doesn't take a photo, as he is too busy trying to figure out the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">iPod</span> gizmo that Bookie loaned him. Silence ensues.<br /><br />Mile 10 -- Radio finally turned on. Solid as a Rock blares, courtesy of Lite and Refreshing FM. Silence once again ensues.<br /><br />Mile 14 -- Toll! $1.00<br /><br />Mile 15 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">CryPod</span> finally starts up. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">IMAP</span> theme ensues. Keith pines for the silence.<br /><br />Mile 15.5 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Ahhhhh</span>! We're in Hollywood!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXiwG3csyxyGUk3ubW1Wml4JzaUdYn_zcX3HayZ9QiHpmFxiFABjQ6j_4zm87WEzrGFtqGuQk85SCcNaqRtHSlYo5OJtvovaWM48GuHyKy2IK4I9sFJYr-7_kr1Ri4Cv98IaQdj3VX9ZS/s1600-h/H'wood+Blvd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXiwG3csyxyGUk3ubW1Wml4JzaUdYn_zcX3HayZ9QiHpmFxiFABjQ6j_4zm87WEzrGFtqGuQk85SCcNaqRtHSlYo5OJtvovaWM48GuHyKy2IK4I9sFJYr-7_kr1Ri4Cv98IaQdj3VX9ZS/s320/H'wood+Blvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046081758258882818" border="0" /></a><br />Mile 21 -- We pass a giant billboard that reads "Hello! My name is HUGH <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">JASS</span>!" Jeff is still too busy with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">CryPod</span> to take a photo.<br /><br />Mile 33 -- Toll: $1.00!<br /><br />Mile 38 -- Silence once again ensues.<br /><br />Mile 40 -- Jeff finally figures out the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">CryPod</span> once and for all.<br /><br />Mile 67 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">AHHH</span>! Lanes Shift! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">AHHHH</span>!<br /><br />Mile 80 -- Poppycock!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_ajkiaHDnnHHITWQ7sOhqJm93r3guE3k_64gs-Hv66fWsYu5mnG6k7axdThA5oP43N0gusZ77JnTc1I-g2KFHQnTouln0fmVeyH_pOu5iCeNFCOhhX2YIqALP2lMhQQ9dLiGoaHs3-Dj/s1600-h/PICT0238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_ajkiaHDnnHHITWQ7sOhqJm93r3guE3k_64gs-Hv66fWsYu5mnG6k7axdThA5oP43N0gusZ77JnTc1I-g2KFHQnTouln0fmVeyH_pOu5iCeNFCOhhX2YIqALP2lMhQQ9dLiGoaHs3-Dj/s320/PICT0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084352419129618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Ofcourseheis</span>.</span></span><br /></div><br />Mile 83 -- Billboard that admonishes: "NEVER, EVER SHAKE A BABY!" Jeff is, once again, too busy to photograph it. Perhaps if Tina had seen that billboard 31 years ago, Jeff could focus.<br /><br />Mile 89 -- Keith enters comedy jail for wondering if Sesame Street would have been as popular if it was named <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Poppyseed</span> Street.<br /><br />Mile 90 -- Jeff has to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">wazz</span>.<br /><br />Mile 98 -- We discover the Chevy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">HHR</span> has a secret compartment. Pooping <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Chickenjoy</span> takes a nap.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUS9u7wf32fHANiLgkUnm5SJ_3_vI7GpL5Y1x0NLRhk085gHwSaUZkXne51PiPNenRSUknfdVaoBQQP5AfsXotmLy4EwXev4Yqju87RmUqKAjfKXCHh08JsQJz3cgedowykFC-APCr6bo9/s1600-h/naptime.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUS9u7wf32fHANiLgkUnm5SJ_3_vI7GpL5Y1x0NLRhk085gHwSaUZkXne51PiPNenRSUknfdVaoBQQP5AfsXotmLy4EwXev4Yqju87RmUqKAjfKXCHh08JsQJz3cgedowykFC-APCr6bo9/s320/naptime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046085859952650530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mile 114 -- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Wazz</span>-Break! Port St. Lucie becomes Port St. Lu-pee!<br /><br />Mile 127 -- A woman vomits off the side of the road. Gross.<br /><br />Mile 157 -- Sign warns: "Now entering <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Yeehaw</span> Zone!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">AHHH</span>!<br /><br />Mile 162 -- Exiting for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Yeehaw</span>! Toll $8.80. Terror ensues.<br /><br />Mile 164 -- Leaving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Yeehaw</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Ack</span>. (See Jeff's post.)<br /><br />Mile 165 -- Keith announces that food will be consumed at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Kissimmee</span>. He decrees: "It's a real place."<br /><br />Mile 198 -- Keith yawns and realizes, "We've only been driving for three hours?" Jeff: "This is gonna be a long trip."<br /><br />Mile 208 -- Toll: $4.90!<br /><br />Mile 214 -- No food in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Kissimmee</span>. Good thing there is Poppycock. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Chickenjoy</span> still sleeps.<br /><br />Mile 220 - Keith declares he is drunk with power because the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">HHR</span> is five inches off the ground. In other news, there's still no food.<br /><br />Mile 221 -- We enter Orange County. Jeff wonders where the Real Housewives are, dies a little inside.<br /><br />Mile 235 -- Turkey Lake Rest Stop. Keith points out a small puppy. Jeff looks up just in time to see puppy's owner--a 75 year old woman--hock a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">lugie</span>.<br /><br />Mile 249 -- Toll $2.50!<br /><br />Mile 251 -- Keith angrily renounces his birthplace of Florida, citing its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">boringness</span>.<br /><br />Mile 291 -- Someone worse off than the two bozos in the Chevy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">HHR</span>:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUrkUla5zUWkKYjy6-b63xvBDb4SxpyvB5ED_Nol04TwDMPuHJEDOzasVNsc5CF9iCPv1Fv7ezkCTMQWUs3kF6BzmeRUxG8_pX6h-rRdk45RulTGkyi5eYs9OHyni0ExJBSXQowN_-1pL/s1600-h/Tan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUrkUla5zUWkKYjy6-b63xvBDb4SxpyvB5ED_Nol04TwDMPuHJEDOzasVNsc5CF9iCPv1Fv7ezkCTMQWUs3kF6BzmeRUxG8_pX6h-rRdk45RulTGkyi5eYs9OHyni0ExJBSXQowN_-1pL/s320/Tan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046088089040677170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">nd</span> Worst Road Trip Ever.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>Mile 301 -- First Gas Break--at the Horse Capital of the World!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-Ee9URfKijQqnCCSEglMMr9hEvK8XbEK7qQcLfd_v9WrVU5XacE9A9GlX6Wu711ox6Nl14frUkAvPCrZtcj-mWrfbZv4HFUJElHoCkWs2WjkO1FZbGQO-Q51NqFxZOjTdNDYkSJWP3q0/s1600-h/horsecap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-Ee9URfKijQqnCCSEglMMr9hEvK8XbEK7qQcLfd_v9WrVU5XacE9A9GlX6Wu711ox6Nl14frUkAvPCrZtcj-mWrfbZv4HFUJElHoCkWs2WjkO1FZbGQO-Q51NqFxZOjTdNDYkSJWP3q0/s320/horsecap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046088870724725058" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">that'll</span> give the Chevy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">HHR</span> some extra Horse Power. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Ehhem</span>. <span style="font-size:78%;">How's it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">goin</span>. . .?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><br />Mile 317 -- Jeff returns to Comedy Jail for a lame Keith Urban joke. He pleads insanity, brought on by the fact that he is listening to Keith Urban.<br /><br />Mile 321 -- Keith wonders where he can find a antique. Oh:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYyCwXkH58SR8dzN-i7HqUwlq2IM04b0LOZc_n981l1VqhygSAcA08ei7v9oARYxLVxKhN-LA1jVahWekARi5A_lee-b9uoOO3jg9BgYp6FMugjAGMUzcicozDpDqBb3vdPNOpf3AtWi5/s1600-h/aantique.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYyCwXkH58SR8dzN-i7HqUwlq2IM04b0LOZc_n981l1VqhygSAcA08ei7v9oARYxLVxKhN-LA1jVahWekARi5A_lee-b9uoOO3jg9BgYp6FMugjAGMUzcicozDpDqBb3vdPNOpf3AtWi5/s320/aantique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046089660998707538" border="0" /></a><br />Probably here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRh9OlgqYk6H8Y3Mhavuvpjlx8JCN2AWdMR7I0DRKMJNdAXm7wFTk2I1o3UsBOT1Ff5UCo3XRgqxu0J0WnjvQgIDWklGE4KCbl1dtHVdSrtM7s0msRxMMrT1XLqOGQzqB_XeS6Ttxrx7h/s1600-h/aantique2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRh9OlgqYk6H8Y3Mhavuvpjlx8JCN2AWdMR7I0DRKMJNdAXm7wFTk2I1o3UsBOT1Ff5UCo3XRgqxu0J0WnjvQgIDWklGE4KCbl1dtHVdSrtM7s0msRxMMrT1XLqOGQzqB_XeS6Ttxrx7h/s320/aantique2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046090034660862306" border="0" /></a><br />What an relief!<br /><br />Mile 372 -- Holy Hotel!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22sVU0FSxo7HIbwR4bYuoRNLfNFs4DSntYFu2IIy_1UEJfVNDNUAkzNat9KeF80H6Ki8hOy7Pd6LsNkltnZ-1i2tlZcKkDXwtnbJWwm9V_7NqivuFuEQiwz00dFU4EUEzzMsMy-31RcMD/s1600-h/jesusfish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22sVU0FSxo7HIbwR4bYuoRNLfNFs4DSntYFu2IIy_1UEJfVNDNUAkzNat9KeF80H6Ki8hOy7Pd6LsNkltnZ-1i2tlZcKkDXwtnbJWwm9V_7NqivuFuEQiwz00dFU4EUEzzMsMy-31RcMD/s320/jesusfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046090648841185650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Apparently, there's room at this inn.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Mile 383 -- Jeff goes insane six hours into road trip.<br /><br />Mile 387 -- 10West to Tallahassee! We can take you to Santa Monica. We're also not gonna.<br /><br />Mile 424 -- Entering Madison County. Jeff goes back to jail wondering where the bridges are.<br /><br />Mile 475 -- Tallahassee! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Weoo</span>!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Spiral Notebookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07272282681956646933noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956143831462145271.post-75277177834977442932007-03-24T22:08:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:40:07.822-05:00America's Next Pup ModelI know that Keith mentioned yesterday how adorable his grandparents are, but here's the thing:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAbXghJ1AXfZER5mIccutzmS5EHJoSQfoN_FZBR87wifxzrnG_y5sSQVSDBc1qKz4MX2_Og5WsjxpwhxUyNgRox7aKqDnZ6F8TVMYHLXHDYlK5GF5QKWv9nwaxkda0vw7BKI59NXVcnA/s1600-h/PICT0053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAbXghJ1AXfZER5mIccutzmS5EHJoSQfoN_FZBR87wifxzrnG_y5sSQVSDBc1qKz4MX2_Og5WsjxpwhxUyNgRox7aKqDnZ6F8TVMYHLXHDYlK5GF5QKWv9nwaxkda0vw7BKI59NXVcnA/s320/PICT0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045697819393837986" border="0" /></a>They're cuter. And maybe drunker. The best part of the day was when Grandpa showed me his fishing photo album, and I said to him and Grandma how great it is that they still have so much fun. Grandma smiled and said, "Yeah...we have a lot of fun!" She then told me that, essentially, they're making memories from here on out. I nearly cried little rum tears, I was so moved. I wish we could take them with us for the Road Trip portion of the road trip, which starts in about an hour!<br /><br />Not to be outdone, Keith's parents are also trying to murder us with cuteness. On <a href="http://carjoy.blogspot.com/">last year's road trip</a>, Jon and I watched as Aunt Susie <a href="http://carjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-dogbreath-ever.html">brushed her dog's teeth</a>. As it turns out, this is a national trend I was not aware of, as MamaBurke does the same with her puppies, Spike & Red.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ijavp-XmsA"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ijavp-XmsA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />But that's not all.<br /><br />You see, after brushing their teeth, the puppies must shower. . .<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ACOXsS-gUkc45umSWs2rf1Dj8mYGp8jDOO6ScAVinhX2HgFqLBC9i-P64mwD4djT_RCKf0pOp733Jo0L3qe_lg4a_ZXD6RRzDcqmjETG3rYiJbo53Mqv17WN52WwvEXxzxxH4lzoBsg/s1600-h/DSCF1264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ACOXsS-gUkc45umSWs2rf1Dj8mYGp8jDOO6ScAVinhX2HgFqLBC9i-P64mwD4djT_RCKf0pOp733Jo0L3qe_lg4a_ZXD6RRzDcqmjETG3rYiJbo53Mqv17WN52WwvEXxzxxH4lzoBsg/s320/DSCF1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045701732109044658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Bathtime!<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-TQCdc9uKDso8T8Pkev29Ri43fB6RRmWRfLeAcHcx5H5NcMSRZ8OAy_QNJs-RVFd9hG2pn-Hru0ikd6MxV1VsdT0JTbw-zUmZ-rExQbmEsK6AS9N-QYliTKb8qGCnryAgpYxoLLRSmk/s1600-h/DSCF1267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-TQCdc9uKDso8T8Pkev29Ri43fB6RRmWRfLeAcHcx5H5NcMSRZ8OAy_QNJs-RVFd9hG2pn-Hru0ikd6MxV1VsdT0JTbw-zUmZ-rExQbmEsK6AS9N-QYliTKb8qGCnryAgpYxoLLRSmk/s320/DSCF1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045701736404011970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Red Devil<br /></span></span></div><br />Have their hair done. . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9RC3bDVZs0kal1sEtFMRY3QBKxpzIYlPybxb1KCdN2pGS5Na7vEz5If5_rxJkUeG81AC6-l4QRnSXYKDLGf7q5IcyJxtKgJ-TjPfylsJI57PTW9jJGrXaLqj82R6SP0ZWUfVd5l_wP0A/s1600-h/DSCF1262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9RC3bDVZs0kal1sEtFMRY3QBKxpzIYlPybxb1KCdN2pGS5Na7vEz5If5_rxJkUeG81AC6-l4QRnSXYKDLGf7q5IcyJxtKgJ-TjPfylsJI57PTW9jJGrXaLqj82R6SP0ZWUfVd5l_wP0A/s320/DSCF1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045701744993946578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Weooo! Warm!<br /></span></span></div><br />. . .and apply their special cologne. . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1R4fTGYp94LRntMupX0NRPsHGkrvg595aERc1r_f-a7PNRDWgYG9U3k7s6o5vvF2NcgfK9xqlYWalL5gNqKp6rAQPIvxYqICgY4e3sUzUtGeCLNPMsjM-LAQnBgibOEvgX2ccUOBByyk/s1600-h/PICT0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1R4fTGYp94LRntMupX0NRPsHGkrvg595aERc1r_f-a7PNRDWgYG9U3k7s6o5vvF2NcgfK9xqlYWalL5gNqKp6rAQPIvxYqICgY4e3sUzUtGeCLNPMsjM-LAQnBgibOEvgX2ccUOBByyk/s320/PICT0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045865881464130546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />. . .and practice their runway walk. . .<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ycgfmHkqxdQ"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ycgfmHkqxdQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />. . .all as they get ready to leave the house. . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrW3EBOT5onXdXReKzPIsy8_0oDrQaQOjm99QpMQnfLBembaK5wMjdtz_PRAbjFcYRsB391NqSI0rWE6hBkNv59rNxwYg0D2XtZvHMAN-0VMfEGr1a9Ia9Ndt1lhXOxwHXmYHWvfPLKjs/s1600-h/PICT0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrW3EBOT5onXdXReKzPIsy8_0oDrQaQOjm99QpMQnfLBembaK5wMjdtz_PRAbjFcYRsB391NqSI0rWE6hBkNv59rNxwYg0D2XtZvHMAN-0VMfEGr1a9Ia9Ndt1lhXOxwHXmYHWvfPLKjs/s320/PICT0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045701749288913890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">PapaBurke showcases a handsome dog carrier.<br /></span></span></div><br />...and get in the running to be America's Next Top Dog:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBBxzHSYNgXUCCWPGAnrckDI69x6SfIj9vz9nM5mAuWKWGKvALdWL3cFd2WYWJpcgdoc120C-Dv6jTJzR1jQ2f0svyCUCrBILxc3bJowtIRN7mNBNruuCnjBoxW_cNMjB_ZArdneFxEg/s1600-h/PICT0122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBBxzHSYNgXUCCWPGAnrckDI69x6SfIj9vz9nM5mAuWKWGKvALdWL3cFd2WYWJpcgdoc120C-Dv6jTJzR1jQ2f0svyCUCrBILxc3bJowtIRN7mNBNruuCnjBoxW_cNMjB_ZArdneFxEg/s320/PICT0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045865890054065154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Zoolander Pose<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTOwm2dBNF5FIdcPeHyRZhf-hYvv_9LDslv_7j6R7xBNshWKwnH5ey2DkcS4gbXvct_3lm4HfPnubP4Wbx2EThZVz82Y-ZPPICzgD4BUhRvr2EL3DWCYDFMauIKrwSTpagIZB09hYOJQ/s1600-h/PICT0123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTOwm2dBNF5FIdcPeHyRZhf-hYvv_9LDslv_7j6R7xBNshWKwnH5ey2DkcS4gbXvct_3lm4HfPnubP4Wbx2EThZVz82Y-ZPPICzgD4BUhRvr2EL3DWCYDFMauIKrwSTpagIZB09hYOJQ/s320/PICT0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045865898643999762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Acting Scottish & Disinterested (How convincing!)<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULWim99JNhjIpC2VH3QMw_pVFBCE-bs5xH_yqQ3IhQHY1R2_c4d5DUagYkQq42RqlTWD1Z5dsvtgzXgA0yR8fnTw-Zb9tRD1ssduLH-J6CzY-jIzpJDdiMeiWoKBh9C9SdDTPRodIPb0/s1600-h/PICT0160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULWim99JNhjIpC2VH3QMw_pVFBCE-bs5xH_yqQ3IhQHY1R2_c4d5DUagYkQq42RqlTWD1Z5dsvtgzXgA0yR8fnTw-Zb9tRD1ssduLH-J6CzY-jIzpJDdiMeiWoKBh9C9SdDTPRodIPb0/s320/PICT0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045868372545162338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Southern Comfort<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSy071OXvmOPlzjdCvXBZ1jQj5ZF2kCCiKqRWFrBZ4xPS1BTRJpvkHvCzg46phziygm0KLxFQzkjDJQ-mT3WkupUPWgF3f6egJCVBAjF57qeZQv9C40EhpT6ycXR1ZkDRmt2y1ACzR_I/s1600-h/PICT0183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSy071OXvmOPlzjdCvXBZ1jQj5ZF2kCCiKqRWFrBZ4xPS1BTRJpvkHvCzg46phziygm0KLxFQzkjDJQ-mT3WkupUPWgF3f6egJCVBAjF57qeZQv9C40EhpT6ycXR1ZkDRmt2y1ACzR_I/s320/PICT0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045868381135096946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyW_HE6G_kvHQ9A2yexspE3KLiS8OAsmeMn6r6szjkUi72eCBxmu1rHGsar_D-91cFxpjEJ8BCw9FMJnB1rAZGS5ttDZ29uJm0eHINBG8_ucdxRUIBmV42k9zxjkzpY_ULbTIxP-VNyc/s1600-h/PICT0142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyW_HE6G_kvHQ9A2yexspE3KLiS8OAsmeMn6r6szjkUi72eCBxmu1rHGsar_D-91cFxpjEJ8BCw9FMJnB1rAZGS5ttDZ29uJm0eHINBG8_ucdxRUIBmV42k9zxjkzpY_ULbTIxP-VNyc/s320/PICT0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045865907233934370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Puppy Weaves!</span><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnX0DwMhYUmE5VaTbZvZ4ChUuxM86Q0QhwWZkQVgog5VB6sEd_gKV4FUzkVsDih0RbLRKOSmr0W1NbFsGpXNEXrUeBIPTauyGXkVfqHWtXyKMia4MdcX0KaHtGxP63HO0FRNEWbjZtmHM/s1600-h/PICT0145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnX0DwMhYUmE5VaTbZvZ4ChUuxM86Q0QhwWZkQVgog5VB6sEd_gKV4FUzkVsDih0RbLRKOSmr0W1NbFsGpXNEXrUeBIPTauyGXkVfqHWtXyKMia4MdcX0KaHtGxP63HO0FRNEWbjZtmHM/s320/PICT0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045865924413803570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Original Ghetto Messes<br /></span></span></div><br />Thanks to our special Pup Model Designers:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkLI8VFsBtzf1WT5uHan_xTlRpSj_th1edRmdU5EgMwSkhWy4WoowkaX4nunE2lSo_PpuQHjBSqZRj_UlxvQaczd_HMC3-6sYt-oEcmvBJJQDhVDVzS2dXjawGixlStvqAwShwgqowZY/s1600-h/PICT0129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkLI8VFsBtzf1WT5uHan_xTlRpSj_th1edRmdU5EgMwSkhWy4WoowkaX4nunE2lSo_PpuQHjBSqZRj_UlxvQaczd_HMC3-6sYt-oEcmvBJJQDhVDVzS2dXjawGixlStvqAwShwgqowZY/s320/PICT0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045868355365293122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Purina Turlington<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3TUY45o57neYsEXcW-Jjh8zcYajZKlWXHWRLlZGkOAFcwwpUgOXFuY6eBi4ZBMEk-APPIhM-PXmfeQUI64OSGP-XuokUWJlrkimz9EZi3iU-nGIXvJQN9SysChfUd2VLzYgZIF7yjQU/s1600-h/PICT0158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3TUY45o57neYsEXcW-Jjh8zcYajZKlWXHWRLlZGkOAFcwwpUgOXFuY6eBi4ZBMEk-APPIhM-PXmfeQUI64OSGP-XuokUWJlrkimz9EZi3iU-nGIXvJQN9SysChfUd2VLzYgZIF7yjQU/s320/PICT0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045868363955227730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tyra Barks<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Now that we've given the puppies some self-esteem and a sense of purpose, (and agitated everyone in the process) it's time to leave Miami and head off to sweet, sweet Tallahassee!<br /><br />Thanks MamaBurke & PapaBurke for making me feel at home, and allowing me to harass the family and animals. You guys are the best!<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div>Jeff!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02038054444885051763noreply@blogger.com