Years of repeatedly giving to The Salvation Army/The Girl Scouts/Random Good Cause Here/Bums have karmically paid off in the form of a twenty dollar bill found on the street which paid for the furtherance of the Legend of Ron Burgundy. All is well in the universe.
Also, this weekend was strangely made for the pursuit of All-American(and ESPN televised) psuedo sports like pool and bowling. Though sadly, none of that most sporting of escapades: Poker.
And now, randomly,
pictures from the road trip.
I am made of mystery!
aka Why you shouldn't take self portraits while driving 90 miles per hour down a freeway.
The tragic results of bug n' windshield lovefests.
Either a parking area or a central node in the truck hive mind where they plot their overthrow of the world.
Random nature shot/Ben Grimm's face on the clouds.
Dear Midwest*, do you use your powers for good, or for awesome? Alcohol + Driving = AWESOME.
Okay, so I hear this actually happens a bunch throughout the country, but drive-thru liquor stores just seemed odd. These are not the ways of my people.
Dirty window. Also: the insane truck(and perhaps a truck driver, though I would not rule out the possibility that it was a Transformer gone mad) that chased us for a couple of miles in Illinois.
Look! The future! The tuxedo future. Also: invisible Michigan gnats. Many invisible Michigan gnats.
* Actually, I think that was in Wyoming, so I don't know if that's officially the midwest still.