Sarah has smartly captured most of the details of this trip, so let me just add a couple of notes.
- I am young, fresh-faced, beautiful. I say this because I was carded three times trying to buy booze on our trip. Carded. THREE TIMES. For those of you who don't know or have forgotten: I'm a few months shy of thirty-four. But apparently, I'm the picture of youth. Oh beard-dye, is there anything you can't do?
- Speaking of booze, we're sneaking a fair bit of it back with us. It's not like prohibition era smuggling--we're not bring back a truckload of whisky in boxes marked "maple syrup"--but we've got a few extra bottles in tow. We picked up Cruzan, which is this delicious and cheap rum that's nigh impossible to find in a non-flavoured variety. I've also got delicious Imperia, Russian vodka that's become an old Vermont liquor store standby. But what I'm most excited about this is other bottle of vodka we picked up, and I can't even tell you the name of it because all the writing on the bottle is in Cyrillic. That's some serious-ass Russian vodka, right there. I suspect the production process mysteriously involves sickles and hammers somewhere along the way.
- Lunch on the first day was Friendly's. Dinner was Taco Bell. Lunch on the second day was Friendly's. Dinner, again: Taco Bell. This was both my lifelong dream and my worst nightmare.
- We went to K-Marts in three states. Hence the second tag of this post.
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