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I ended up getting dressed up just to go to another state.
Once upon a time in Wyoming, or something.
180 miles later and I'm standing in a gas station that looks no different than any other gas station, in heels and a skirt and my hair all done up, sifting through the real beer.
The clerk must've thought I was some ditched date, because he was really nice to me in that sad, sympathetic way.
Then again, I was extremely dressed up to buy a 6-pack of fat tire ale.
When I flashed him my military ID he said "you know, you could've just gone to the base for this"
But where's the adventure in that?
If I just went to the base I would've missed all of the native Wyomi...ans....staring me and my little yuppy car down as I pulled into the flying J. I would've missed all the increasingly terrifying hairpin turns that I was going around doing at least 80.
Sometimes a 6-pack is just an excuse for an adventure.
Once upon a time in Wyoming, or something.
180 miles later and I'm standing in a gas station that looks no different than any other gas station, in heels and a skirt and my hair all done up, sifting through the real beer.
The clerk must've thought I was some ditched date, because he was really nice to me in that sad, sympathetic way.
Then again, I was extremely dressed up to buy a 6-pack of fat tire ale.
When I flashed him my military ID he said "you know, you could've just gone to the base for this"
But where's the adventure in that?
If I just went to the base I would've missed all of the native Wyomi...ans....staring me and my little yuppy car down as I pulled into the flying J. I would've missed all the increasingly terrifying hairpin turns that I was going around doing at least 80.
Sometimes a 6-pack is just an excuse for an adventure.