I'm Going to Wichita

Bonus points to anyone who started singing Seven Nation Army upon reading the above title.

Hi!

So. Sunday was lost to travel, as we made our way from Phillipsburg toward Wichita. Owing to several Keystone Cops-esque typical states-of-snark travel moments, Lizzie ended up missing her flight, and Erin, fitting right in, dropped her credit card in a Brahm's parking lot (I keep calling it the ice cream hut) and didn't realize it until we were an hour away. She and I went back while Lizzie drove ahead to Wichita, and after we had recovered the card, we got the text from Lizzie saying her flight, which had originally been delayed, had in fact left on time, and she was in an airport hotel. Best birthday ever. She left early this morning, and is back home. We miss her already.

I am now with Erin at her Mom and Step Dad's, and today we made a tour of the various sections of Wichita. It's an adorable city, and so different from the other parts of Kansas we've been in. There are buildings with MULTIPLE STORIES (when Lizzie and I took our side trip to the ball of twine, we saw a silo and mistook it for a sky scraper. Neat) lots of museums and arenas and zoos and parking lots and defunct amusement parks and all the other things you would expect of a sizeable city. We went to Yoder, which is a little Mennonite colony, and saw little ladies in dresses and bonnets driving tractors (see above). We bought a homemade apple pie for EIGHT DOLLARS! and the world's biggest cinnamon buns for ONE DOLLAR EACH and then came back to have dinner with Erin's folks. After that we hung out with Erin's friend John.

We went to the South Side Wal-Mart, which is open 24 hours. While we were wreaking havoc in the toy section, Erin noticed a box of vagisil which had been opened, emptied, and stuffed by the nerf guns. You know, there are many factors which contribute to criminal activities such as stealing, most of them inexcusable, but shit, no one likes being itchy.