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Katie: You know where I've always wanted to eat?
Me: Where?
Katie: Sonic Burger
Me: Let's go then.
Katie: They don't have them here.
Me: Are you sure? I think I've seen one. I'll find it and we'll go.
Katie: Really?
Me : Of course!
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Me, after making that promise, searches web for Sonic Burger. I find one.
In Georgetown.
40 miles away.
Fuck. (i said this silently, inside my head. in the brain. you couldn't hear it even if you were there)
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Me: Hey um, I found one.
Katie: Where?
Me : Far.
Katie: How far?
Me : Georgetown
Katie: That's not too bad.
Me : Fuck (i said this silently, inside my head. in the brain. you couldn't hear it even if you were there)
Well um, let's go then.
Katie: Sweet.
Me : Fuck (you know this part)
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So Saturday, after class at boring Delta, we packed the car with blankets, water, snacks, a compass, and some emergency flares, then headed off on our quest to find Sonic Burger.
Note to self: Self, get directions yourself. Do not let someone who is NOT self get the directions. If you get lost you have no one to blame but yourself. Love, Self.
Driving on the freeway is always harrowing experience in Mi. Driving an average of 85 in a tiny little car that shakes, with a psyco girl piloting is slightly more harrowing. And by "harrowing" I really mean TERRIFYING. But hey, I hear they have onion rings. Mmmmmm.
We overshoot Georgetown.
Considerably.
But after a few phone calls to friends and finally a call to the Sonic Burger itself, we recover and find our bearings. They give us the longitude and lattitude of the location and we lock in on our target.
Minutes later....
The eagle has landed, the eagle has landed.
After countless miles, wrong turns and stomach growls, we pull into the drive up slot at Sonic. I'm relieved. I am excited. I am fucking starving.
They are out of onion rings.
I can deal with this.
Maybe.
If they're out of burgers I'm burning the fucking place down.
Luckily they're fully stocked on burgers. And hey, the serve TATER TOTS. How can you be mad at a place that serves TATER TOTS. You can't. That is the correct answer. No matter how upset you may be, TATER TOTS are like a giant crispy Xanax dipped in ketchup.
Oh, and for those of you who are under the impression that Sonic has roller skating waitresses, they don't. At least not the one in Georgetown. I am still trying to console little Katie. She is curled up fetal in the corner sobbing over and over..."no skates. they're supposed to have rollerskates. waaaaaaaaghhhh"
The only other crisis that had to be averted was my pilot-girl trying to order a burger on some sort of bread as opposed to their standard bun. I wasn't having that at all. No sirree Bob. Nothing doing. We drove all this way so you're getting a standard bun. Or I'm walking home. No, wait. Not really.
We dine.
Sonic makes a fine burger, I must say. They also produce some tasty fries and, of course, the TATER TOTS. Muy delicioso. My companion has one of their fancy drinks that tastes exactly like a Creamsicle from the ice cream man. It's fucking rad. As the fat, carbs and extra pickles hit my stomach, the world slowly regains balance. Sticky fingers anyone?
Some people get you to do things that you wouldn't normally do and make you realize that even stupid stuff can be a great time if you have the right attitude. I have to say that I have never driven so far, for so little, yet had so much fun. Thanks to my pilot, my pornstar and my pal, Katie. =)
Next we're going to a diner in Flagstaff. I hear they make a great grilled cheese.
Me: Where?
Katie: Sonic Burger
Me: Let's go then.
Katie: They don't have them here.
Me: Are you sure? I think I've seen one. I'll find it and we'll go.
Katie: Really?
Me : Of course!
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Me, after making that promise, searches web for Sonic Burger. I find one.
In Georgetown.
40 miles away.
Fuck. (i said this silently, inside my head. in the brain. you couldn't hear it even if you were there)
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Me: Hey um, I found one.
Katie: Where?
Me : Far.
Katie: How far?
Me : Georgetown
Katie: That's not too bad.
Me : Fuck (i said this silently, inside my head. in the brain. you couldn't hear it even if you were there)
Well um, let's go then.
Katie: Sweet.
Me : Fuck (you know this part)
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So Saturday, after class at boring Delta, we packed the car with blankets, water, snacks, a compass, and some emergency flares, then headed off on our quest to find Sonic Burger.
Note to self: Self, get directions yourself. Do not let someone who is NOT self get the directions. If you get lost you have no one to blame but yourself. Love, Self.
Driving on the freeway is always harrowing experience in Mi. Driving an average of 85 in a tiny little car that shakes, with a psyco girl piloting is slightly more harrowing. And by "harrowing" I really mean TERRIFYING. But hey, I hear they have onion rings. Mmmmmm.
We overshoot Georgetown.
Considerably.
But after a few phone calls to friends and finally a call to the Sonic Burger itself, we recover and find our bearings. They give us the longitude and lattitude of the location and we lock in on our target.
Minutes later....
The eagle has landed, the eagle has landed.
After countless miles, wrong turns and stomach growls, we pull into the drive up slot at Sonic. I'm relieved. I am excited. I am fucking starving.
They are out of onion rings.
I can deal with this.
Maybe.
If they're out of burgers I'm burning the fucking place down.
Luckily they're fully stocked on burgers. And hey, the serve TATER TOTS. How can you be mad at a place that serves TATER TOTS. You can't. That is the correct answer. No matter how upset you may be, TATER TOTS are like a giant crispy Xanax dipped in ketchup.
Oh, and for those of you who are under the impression that Sonic has roller skating waitresses, they don't. At least not the one in Georgetown. I am still trying to console little Katie. She is curled up fetal in the corner sobbing over and over..."no skates. they're supposed to have rollerskates. waaaaaaaaghhhh"
The only other crisis that had to be averted was my pilot-girl trying to order a burger on some sort of bread as opposed to their standard bun. I wasn't having that at all. No sirree Bob. Nothing doing. We drove all this way so you're getting a standard bun. Or I'm walking home. No, wait. Not really.
We dine.
Sonic makes a fine burger, I must say. They also produce some tasty fries and, of course, the TATER TOTS. Muy delicioso. My companion has one of their fancy drinks that tastes exactly like a Creamsicle from the ice cream man. It's fucking rad. As the fat, carbs and extra pickles hit my stomach, the world slowly regains balance. Sticky fingers anyone?
Some people get you to do things that you wouldn't normally do and make you realize that even stupid stuff can be a great time if you have the right attitude. I have to say that I have never driven so far, for so little, yet had so much fun. Thanks to my pilot, my pornstar and my pal, Katie. =)
Next we're going to a diner in Flagstaff. I hear they make a great grilled cheese.