Friday, January 25, 2013

Connecticut is always the worst part of the journey

Greetings, SOS friends!  Our adventures this weekend will take us from the frozen, rolling hills of Massachusetts to the (hopefully) warm plains of Texas. 

ROAD TRIP!!!!!!1!1!!!

We left in Elizabeth's Prius, which shall for this trip take the honorific "Hybrid Maude," at 9 am.  Our mission for the day was simple--drive as far as we could without completely losing our minds. 

Statistics:
States crossed:  7
States Peed in:  4
Diet Cokes Consumed:  9
Bags of trail mix consumed:  1
Cows Seen:  57
Songs Caterwauled:  Innumberable

And now, a mystery.  Even though it ranks #48 out of 50 in terms of area (and awesomeness), Connecticut always takes FOREVER to get through, against the very laws of physics. Lizzie and I decided to amuse ourselves by treating the state's name like Voldemort, its very utterance a taboo.  It turns out I am sort of like Harry Potter, and couldn't stop accidentally saying Connecticut, summoning its evil to menace us.  While in CT, we had to stop at a Dunkies to hit the bathroom, and decided that we'd try to make it all the way to PA before doing so again.  Putting the P back in PA, if you will.  After four days, we finally made it out of CT, dumping out into NYC traffic, and then through beauteous NJ (j/k the parts we saw were nasty) and finally, dear lord, finally into PA. 

Smile.  You're in Pennsylvania, and you didn't pee your pants.

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