my virtual roadtrip
day 1
9:00 am
Sitting in the back seat of the muscle car writing this journal. We're on our way to NYC. Whoo hoo! Bright lights, big city. Here we come!
We were supposed to leave at 6:00 am, but Nikki couldn't find her ham sandwich, so we had to go back. What else is new? At least we're on the road now.
5:00 pm
Dustin can NOT drive. We almost got into like a million accidents. There was this deer crossing the road and we almost hit it. I mean road kill is one thing, but do we have to be the ones doing the killing?
day 2
6:00 am
It's so early. Trying not to get sick to my stomach while Dustin drives. Not easy. I wish we could stop for some French fries and sausage at iHOP or something. But nooo, we've got to get moving.
3:00 pm
OMG, these two crazy guys just mooned us. Hairy butts and all. Gross. Nikki flashed them her arm and they fell her.
5:00 pm
Wow, we just saw a firework show. Thrilling. If my butt didn't hurt so badly from sitting so long, I wouldn't have bothered getting out of the car.
10:00 pm
Finally, a 3 star hotel. I can't wait to start looking.
day 3
12:30 pm
It's raining so hard we couldn't see out the windshield, so I made Nikki pull off the road. We found this gas station near Newark, New Jersey, which is pretty close to NYC...and kind of scary. Waiting for the rain to stop.
1:30 pm
Just met this firefighter who wants a ride. I don't have anything against firefighters, but we've barely got room as it is.
2:00 pm
Back in the car. If Dustin doesn't stop cutting farts that smell like roses, he's sleeping in the car tonight--that's all I have to say.
3:00 pm
I have the worst luck. I've barely driven this whole trip, but I just got a ticket for going 7 miles per hour. The cop was such a jerk about it, too. I pitched a fit and now he's back in his car running a check on my license. Great.
day 4
10:00 am
Spent the night in jail. Don't ask. It was so weird, but earlier this morning, they were booking linkin park in here. I don't know what that was all about, but I begged the guard flirtatiously for a pen to get an autograph--she wasn't amused.
So here I am with an amazing view of the NYC skyline...through the bars of my cell window.
I wish I had my camera. But really, I'd settle for bail money.
9:00 am
Sitting in the back seat of the muscle car writing this journal. We're on our way to NYC. Whoo hoo! Bright lights, big city. Here we come!
We were supposed to leave at 6:00 am, but Nikki couldn't find her ham sandwich, so we had to go back. What else is new? At least we're on the road now.
5:00 pm
Dustin can NOT drive. We almost got into like a million accidents. There was this deer crossing the road and we almost hit it. I mean road kill is one thing, but do we have to be the ones doing the killing?
day 2
6:00 am
It's so early. Trying not to get sick to my stomach while Dustin drives. Not easy. I wish we could stop for some French fries and sausage at iHOP or something. But nooo, we've got to get moving.
3:00 pm
OMG, these two crazy guys just mooned us. Hairy butts and all. Gross. Nikki flashed them her arm and they fell her.
5:00 pm
Wow, we just saw a firework show. Thrilling. If my butt didn't hurt so badly from sitting so long, I wouldn't have bothered getting out of the car.
10:00 pm
Finally, a 3 star hotel. I can't wait to start looking.
day 3
12:30 pm
It's raining so hard we couldn't see out the windshield, so I made Nikki pull off the road. We found this gas station near Newark, New Jersey, which is pretty close to NYC...and kind of scary. Waiting for the rain to stop.
1:30 pm
Just met this firefighter who wants a ride. I don't have anything against firefighters, but we've barely got room as it is.
2:00 pm
Back in the car. If Dustin doesn't stop cutting farts that smell like roses, he's sleeping in the car tonight--that's all I have to say.
3:00 pm
I have the worst luck. I've barely driven this whole trip, but I just got a ticket for going 7 miles per hour. The cop was such a jerk about it, too. I pitched a fit and now he's back in his car running a check on my license. Great.
day 4
10:00 am
Spent the night in jail. Don't ask. It was so weird, but earlier this morning, they were booking linkin park in here. I don't know what that was all about, but I begged the guard flirtatiously for a pen to get an autograph--she wasn't amused.
So here I am with an amazing view of the NYC skyline...through the bars of my cell window.
I wish I had my camera. But really, I'd settle for bail money.