Although I had one set, an alarm for our early morning wake up at the Serafin household was unnecessary, as Julia's wails over bidding farewell to Katy @ 3:57am were the perfect reminder of the cross country journey we were about to embark on. We arose at 4am and departed from Carmel, NY at 5:06am. Within that hour, Katy tried to sneak as many pairs of flip flips in her car as possible, much to Big Bob's dismay. With every new item brought out to be packed, the most efficient packer could be heard grumbling "Who needs another roadtrip bag?" and couldn't understand why we wouldn't deflate "Floop", our inflatable octopus mascot, who survived Gasparilla with us. Let me preface our other mascot-after a full day of daydrinking at a beach bar in FL, I woke from a drunken stupor demanding to know if anyone found Ernie Lights. Who Ernie is, we will never know-but there the legend was made.
Katy began the 1st leg of our trip with me riding shotty, desperately trying to keep myself busy so as to not fall asleep, and Al snoozing in the back. Although I could detect Katy's nervousness about not having a state map to navigate us with, she adapted real well to TomTom, our GPS. The ever so moody British voice of TomTom, or Gertrude, as we like to call her, took some getting used to, but after a few muting episodes we were able to show her who was boss. We survived our 1st monsoon in Scranton, and although awake, my level of observance was at an all time low, as KK spotted the 1st 14 states for our license plate game. Not wanting to push her luck with developing a blood clot, KK passed the torch to me after about 5 hours.
After a coffee, a redbull, and a useless stop to the bathroom due to my liquid consumption, I was ready. Our goal for the morning was to find the perfect "Kitty." We decided we'd each put equal amount of money in a box/jar and use it for gas, food, tolls, etc so no fights would arise over who would pay for what. So at our 1st gas break at the Flying J(uge), we found our ever so classy Sunflower "Kitty" jar for a mere $3. Booyah. After, we continued what seemed like our 19 hour trek through Pennsylvania, with KK reading us chapters of "Trail to Destiny," character voice changes and all, and introducing the term "Baddy Juice" to us from "The Bad Girls Guide to Getting Personal-we're still unsure of what that is/means. Allie, true to form,organized and labeled our CD selection immediately after taking over shotty. After another 5 hours and a slight miscommunication with Gerdy, who needed a slight bitchslap to get out of safety mode, we landed in Cleveland, Ohio for our 1st stop. We had a romantic lunch alongside Lake Eerie of Big Bob's chicky cut, mozz, and sun dried tomato wedges, and made our way to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum. Really cool place- we saw memorabilia, costumes and outfits, and notepads of original song lyrics(Steven Tyler thinks reminisce is spelled reminiss). On our way out,I was reprimanded after foolishly attempting to take "Kitty" out of my bag to pay for our rock star photo taken for us upon entering the museum.
Allie took us from Cleveland. As our most observant driver, she was able to spot our favorite named road thus far- Fangboner. Katy, our resident Frenchy, thought maybe it was pronounced "Fongbonet." Allie's relationship with TomTom has been the most tumultuous, so to drown out the voice of Gerdy, we provided her with the perfect fist pumping beats from Jock Jams. Awww Yea.
After 16 hours in the car, we finally made it through Chicago to the suburbs of Rolling Meadows at 9:30pm. We are lucky enough to be staying with our college roommate, Laura, who not only got us a full supply of good smelling Johnson & Johnson products but also tickets to the Cubs game tonight!
Katy began the 1st leg of our trip with me riding shotty, desperately trying to keep myself busy so as to not fall asleep, and Al snoozing in the back. Although I could detect Katy's nervousness about not having a state map to navigate us with, she adapted real well to TomTom, our GPS. The ever so moody British voice of TomTom, or Gertrude, as we like to call her, took some getting used to, but after a few muting episodes we were able to show her who was boss. We survived our 1st monsoon in Scranton, and although awake, my level of observance was at an all time low, as KK spotted the 1st 14 states for our license plate game. Not wanting to push her luck with developing a blood clot, KK passed the torch to me after about 5 hours.
After a coffee, a redbull, and a useless stop to the bathroom due to my liquid consumption, I was ready. Our goal for the morning was to find the perfect "Kitty." We decided we'd each put equal amount of money in a box/jar and use it for gas, food, tolls, etc so no fights would arise over who would pay for what. So at our 1st gas break at the Flying J(uge), we found our ever so classy Sunflower "Kitty" jar for a mere $3. Booyah. After, we continued what seemed like our 19 hour trek through Pennsylvania, with KK reading us chapters of "Trail to Destiny," character voice changes and all, and introducing the term "Baddy Juice" to us from "The Bad Girls Guide to Getting Personal-we're still unsure of what that is/means. Allie, true to form,organized and labeled our CD selection immediately after taking over shotty. After another 5 hours and a slight miscommunication with Gerdy, who needed a slight bitchslap to get out of safety mode, we landed in Cleveland, Ohio for our 1st stop. We had a romantic lunch alongside Lake Eerie of Big Bob's chicky cut, mozz, and sun dried tomato wedges, and made our way to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum. Really cool place- we saw memorabilia, costumes and outfits, and notepads of original song lyrics(Steven Tyler thinks reminisce is spelled reminiss). On our way out,I was reprimanded after foolishly attempting to take "Kitty" out of my bag to pay for our rock star photo taken for us upon entering the museum.
Allie took us from Cleveland. As our most observant driver, she was able to spot our favorite named road thus far- Fangboner. Katy, our resident Frenchy, thought maybe it was pronounced "Fongbonet." Allie's relationship with TomTom has been the most tumultuous, so to drown out the voice of Gerdy, we provided her with the perfect fist pumping beats from Jock Jams. Awww Yea.
After 16 hours in the car, we finally made it through Chicago to the suburbs of Rolling Meadows at 9:30pm. We are lucky enough to be staying with our college roommate, Laura, who not only got us a full supply of good smelling Johnson & Johnson products but also tickets to the Cubs game tonight!
nice shirt you have on there guitar hero(s)!
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