I headed out on the wide open highway this weekend. Destination: Idaho. Reason: baby shower.
Living on the edge, folks.
The dullness of the drive was assuaged because I had this chick with me, a steady supply of Big Gulps, and 80's music until our ears bled. I think by hour six Melissa was thinking, "Seriously with the Whitesnake again?" (P.S. If you don't know Melissa, just imagine a skinnier, blonder version of me, but, ya know, actually funny.)
My enjoyment of the shower was augmented by the inclusion of delicious chicken salad sandwiches, of which I consumed 4 or 18. But my personal favorite part of the entire weekend was when Melissa told a tiny child, "Get a life, baby," which is probably the best thing I've ever heard.
It was lovely to see my old friends and I was, once again, reminded why I am so glad Corrine married Kristofer:
a) he recognizes the white gummi bears are the best flavor and he knows the Haribo brand is the only kind worth buying anyway
b) he made meatloaf & mashed potatoes for dinner (while I napped on the couch--double score!)
c) he bought me a pina colada sno-cone
(Yeah, I just realized all those have to do with food. There are other reasons why I like Kristofer, like the time he totally ring-checked a cute guy for me, but I was just really hungry this weekend.)
Next road trip: Boise in July. Anyone care to join me?