155 miles south on I-57.
The Eastern trip this past weekend was a terrific success. Not only was the apartment sweet, but getting drunk, admitting to my friends I love them, and supposedly being overly protective of Kristie Kahr was also quite awesome. The Bears losing 9-7 to the lowly Redskins was not. Whatev. I am sure more Eastern trips will occur in the future now that I have a compatible automobile that can handle speeds in excess of 90 MPH +. Yes indeed. Taco Bell always makes me sick, yet, I eat it anyways. Weird.