[my music: Panic! At The Disco ~ The Only Difference Between Martyrdom & Suicide is Press Coverage]
Some people love to travel. They travel by plane, train or car. Of all of the modes of transportation possible, I find that the car is the most fun and allows the most intimate contact between fellow travelers.
7 hours into Wednesday, March 15, 2006, Jess began the adventure in Connecticut, stopping in New York where she picked up me, along with a bagel for each of us, chocolate dipped cookies, a brownie, munchkinds, 2 coffee-coolatas, and a gatorade. Stocked up on food, 2 crazy, fun-loving college girls set out on the road. During the 5 1/2 hours in the car (driving & stopping) we laughed as we asked each other "would you rather" questions, flirted with cute guys in pick-up trucks, pondered "If..." questions, spoke of good times, spoke of bad times, and spoke of love that has long since been buried beneath what seems like miles of new experiences and new people. Jess drove the first 2 half, I drove the last half.
James Madison university is gorgeous. Too bad I almost ran over some kid on his bike as soon as I got onto campus... damn kid then laughed when jess and i freaked out after HE decided to ride into the middle of the road when it was my light. Chilling around campus and the the town of Harrisonburg was soooo much fun. The pedicure & massage was a perfect way to start off the stay... too bad I had a guy do my toes and almost cried as soon as I sat down. I hate feet, I hate it even more when guys touch my feet. That night was not outrageously fun, but it made us happy. Oh man Thursday was fun. Lunch, Shopping, and the Campus Crusade for Jesus meeting made our day well-rounded I'd suppose. Yes... we really did go to a Campus Crusade for Jesus meeting. It was interesting. Thought-provoking. And immediately following that holy experience, we dressed up, prettied up and headed out to a foam party at Main Street Bar. The place was small, the people were weird, the foam was overflowing the foam pit, but we had an AMAZING time. We met this guy from Argentina that was absolutly adorable and we kinda adopted him into our group, we got attacked by a tribe of small Mexican men, and we saw the most gorgeous man to ever walk the face of the planet. He was tall, strong, & dark meat :::wink wink::: too bad he turned out to be kinda jerky... damn. That night Jess & I almost died of choking to death on soap... fun way to die. Needless to say it's 4 days later and I think I still have soap residue stuck in my throat. not fun.
The ride back was equally if not more fun than the ride down. We saw llamas fighting over who was going to be king of the grassy knoll... Jess was making cow mating calls... we stopped at a truely (not to mention strange) country McDonalds... We sang along with and danced to Panic! at the disco... we almost got killed by a truck who apparently didn't see us in the lane next to him... and we made it through 6 states (not including conn.) in one piece.
I love driving. I love traveling. I love Jess. I love James Madison University... too bad they gave Jess a parking ticket for no apparent reason (and that's not even a slight fabrication of the truth).
Some people love to travel. They travel by plane, train or car. Of all of the modes of transportation possible, I find that the car is the most fun and allows the most intimate contact between fellow travelers.
7 hours into Wednesday, March 15, 2006, Jess began the adventure in Connecticut, stopping in New York where she picked up me, along with a bagel for each of us, chocolate dipped cookies, a brownie, munchkinds, 2 coffee-coolatas, and a gatorade. Stocked up on food, 2 crazy, fun-loving college girls set out on the road. During the 5 1/2 hours in the car (driving & stopping) we laughed as we asked each other "would you rather" questions, flirted with cute guys in pick-up trucks, pondered "If..." questions, spoke of good times, spoke of bad times, and spoke of love that has long since been buried beneath what seems like miles of new experiences and new people. Jess drove the first 2 half, I drove the last half.
James Madison university is gorgeous. Too bad I almost ran over some kid on his bike as soon as I got onto campus... damn kid then laughed when jess and i freaked out after HE decided to ride into the middle of the road when it was my light. Chilling around campus and the the town of Harrisonburg was soooo much fun. The pedicure & massage was a perfect way to start off the stay... too bad I had a guy do my toes and almost cried as soon as I sat down. I hate feet, I hate it even more when guys touch my feet. That night was not outrageously fun, but it made us happy. Oh man Thursday was fun. Lunch, Shopping, and the Campus Crusade for Jesus meeting made our day well-rounded I'd suppose. Yes... we really did go to a Campus Crusade for Jesus meeting. It was interesting. Thought-provoking. And immediately following that holy experience, we dressed up, prettied up and headed out to a foam party at Main Street Bar. The place was small, the people were weird, the foam was overflowing the foam pit, but we had an AMAZING time. We met this guy from Argentina that was absolutly adorable and we kinda adopted him into our group, we got attacked by a tribe of small Mexican men, and we saw the most gorgeous man to ever walk the face of the planet. He was tall, strong, & dark meat :::wink wink::: too bad he turned out to be kinda jerky... damn. That night Jess & I almost died of choking to death on soap... fun way to die. Needless to say it's 4 days later and I think I still have soap residue stuck in my throat. not fun.
The ride back was equally if not more fun than the ride down. We saw llamas fighting over who was going to be king of the grassy knoll... Jess was making cow mating calls... we stopped at a truely (not to mention strange) country McDonalds... We sang along with and danced to Panic! at the disco... we almost got killed by a truck who apparently didn't see us in the lane next to him... and we made it through 6 states (not including conn.) in one piece.
I love driving. I love traveling. I love Jess. I love James Madison University... too bad they gave Jess a parking ticket for no apparent reason (and that's not even a slight fabrication of the truth).
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