Oh, canada. My home and native land.

Aug 30, 2005 11:02

So i stole this from Adriene. It's about our trip and i couldn't have said it any better myself.

What a craaaazy 5 days. Lots of good stories. Lots and lots and lots of laughs (Braum taking his entire life's savings out of the Canadian ATM). Lots of scuzzy hotels. LOTS of interesting people.

Don't ever drive on the Garden State Parkway... it's evil.

Don't buy hot dogs from a van in Jersey City (a.k.a "Lego Town").

Stay with rich relatives whenever possible.

Do try to climb the World's Tallest Filing Cabinet.

Do NOT roll your windows in down in Vermont no matter how pretty the mountains are.

Don't switch drivers 1/4 of a mile from the Canadian border in the middle of the highway.

Don't let Jessi drive so fast that the car trembles.

Don't show up in Canada with no Canadian money on a day when the banks aren't open... you'd think that'd be obvious.

Don't give all your Canadian change to a homeless man if you plan on buying donuts before you leave the country... ("Oh f*** I gave all my money to that crackhead!" -Braum).

BRING MAPS.

Don't spit mouthwash out of the driver's side window of a moving car if someone is sitting behind you.

Walk into your teacher's hotel room and sit on his leapord print couch whenever the opportunity rises.

Don't drink beer at lunch unless napping afterwards is an option.

Saying "We parked by the Chinese restaurant" in Chinatown is not helpful.

Steal all the food you possibly can from continental breakfasts.

Canadians are evil drivers.

Bring someone who carries lots of womanly face products... even if it's a boy and he's your brother.

Don't drive on Federal Canadian Land in the middle of the night.

Stop at ANY random place on the road (free drive-in movie theaters at 11pm, Nudist Parks, Mr.Blais's dad's house).

Don't entertain drunk "Harvard" boys when break dancers are nearby.

Normal is never normal.

When a man's pants fall down in the middle of Boston don't cry with laughter until he is out of sight.

Don't ever let anyone pee in your car. "I love sitting in my own piss... especially for 2 hours." -Braum

"Oh my God it's a camel!" -Jessi in the middle of Vermont... she was right.

"Did you see Mr. Blais? What did he say? Did you see him? Is he here? What'd he say?"-Braum.... "He said..... 'Ooooooooh.'" -Dan

"I really don't think this will be a lot of driving guys." -Braum... before we put 1650 miles on my baby.

"Are you Aaron's friends?" Mr. Blais's dad at 4:30 am Monday morning. Who else would we be?

"No that's not a black guy that's just a pirate." -Braum

"We have now entered the depths of hell." -Dan pulling into Mr. Blais's driveway.

"Out of the 80 drivers I've hitch hiked with only one has tried to kill me... I like those odds." -drunk Boston boy

"We're goin' to Hahvahd and we're gonna get smahtah."- Me singing to myself in Cambridge

"This is gettin' gay." -Dan... many times.

Please ask me about the man who's pants fell down in Boston, or how Jessi shouldn't be allowed to wear beaded shirts, or how Braum and I share the same bladder, or how I nearly killed a grand total of 8 people in a missed red light in Canada, or how wicked lost we got in every single state in New England, or how I seem to attract crazy people, or how Daniel's going to Hahvahd.

Sign up for Road Trip Summer 2006 starts now. Destination unkown at the moment... but those are the best kind.
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