So today I woke up. You might not believe that if you know the crazy whacked-out stuff I get myself into, but I did wake up today. So after waking up a slowly got ready. Unfortunately I didn't have time for that so after not doing anything for some time I forgot to change my clothes. I did get to have some good St. Louis Gooey Coffee Cake. It filled me up quite well.
After that we went to the Gateway Arch. It was a cool monument to Thomas Jefferson, much better than the one in DC with all it's lies and slander and Roman architecture. This monument was made of true 1960s genius, or at least that what I think I remember. Anyway you could see all sorts of great things from there. Out to the west you could see Busch Stadium and the old courthouse where the Dread Scott case was. In fact you could see many of the cool building in St. Louis. Off to the east, there were some sights too, like the Mississippi River and.............um........like a granary I think.......I'm sure there was much more interesting things to see in East St. Louis, I probably just couldn't find them for some strange reason....... Anyway...after we bought cool stuff at the gift shop, like pencils, we left the building Elvis-style and took a short tour of the section of St Louis still paved with cobble stones. After that I changed and we left.
And like magic, that magic being crossing a bridge, we were in Illinois, land of looking at my laptop while I wrote the blog I post earlier about yesterday's exploits, but I think there was quite a bit of corn. Also there were a couple stops we made along the way. The first was one of the first gas stations built along Route 66. It was pretty neat to see. We got a replica of it before we left St. Louis from my aunt. We also so the Gemini Giant which I assume has some significance other than being there and being big.
At some point in there we got so hungry, we could eat at Arby's, so we did. Now I don't wanna go into a whole “Tom! Don't Eat That!” about it, so I'll skip to the bottom line. Bottom line readers, if you live out here in the Midwest and feel like some roast beef, you should go to Hardee's and get yourself a French Dip Thickburger and curly fries for not much more than Arby's. I think there is no comparison between the two and if you do you're wrong.
Once we got near Chicago we ended up having to get on a toll road. Now this toll road was nowhere near as bad as the awfulness that we found in America's little slice of the third-world, better known as Oklahoma. First off, the roads in Illinois are much better than the barely better than dirt road status most of the roads in Oklahoma have. Secondly, we didn't get charged as much for tolls in Illinois. One day I'm sure Oklahoma will learn, but probably my then we won't need roads anymore.
We finally arrived at our destination, Elk Grove Village, IL, which is a suburb of Chicago, IL. It nice though the speed limits are LOW here. I've never seen so many main street which such low speed limit. Also there are no actual lanes in the main streets, but there are implied lanes that people seem to follow, which I do like. After we moved my cousin's stuff in the apartment, we had his friend over, ate pizza, and watched South Park. While all of that was going on I wrote this, hopefully this will turn out better than that screenplay Bart wrote that one summer when he broke his leg, but only time and the opinion of judger will tell. Of course if they think it's anything other than the best they're just plan wrong.
Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Flanders. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma. Screw Oklahoma.
Well we'll see what happens to the blog from here on out.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
I Blog, Mate
So last night I was far too tired to blogw so I have to blog today as if I was blogging last night so when I refer to today I really mean yesterday so please try to keep all that straight if you can.
So today I woke up in Oklahoma. In the luxury of the Hampton Innw I forgot about the horrors of yesterday and enjoyed a lovable breakfast and got ready for the drive to St. Louis. And so the nightmarish tale begins.
We get on the road, in the day this time so we are able to get a better view of Oklahoma, and boy was that a mistake. Seriously we would've better off looking a highway lined with brown paper bags lining miles upon miles of the highway. There were dead things everywhere and everything was out of control. It became very clear to me why the US government moved Native Americans there. No body would chose to live there after going there. Even the places that looked somewhat nice were ruined but dilapidated buildings.
I want to be clear right now though that this and any more negativity is directed towards the experience of driving through Oklahoma not the people in it.
It was in Oklahoma that we experienced our first toll. We were upset about having to dig to find the change necessary to pay for the toll. We ended up having to use all of our change. And then, beaconing in the distance, what do we see? Another damn toll booth, pocket empty of change we were “lucky” that this had a person who could take cash, of course this meant it was more expensive too. Now all of this might have been somewhat acceptable, if it wasn't for the fact that Oklahoma had the worse roads out of every single state that I ever driven through.
When were driving, the GPS we had seemed to direct us to toll road. Also due to having the cell phone reception of a third world country, it kept cutting out on us and turning itself off. The weather was hot and muggy. When we finally got out of Oklahoma I spit on the ground out of the car to show my complete disgust for the state of Oklahoma.
Well before I leave my discussion of Oklahoma and be fair and mention the two cool things I saw there: the blue whale of Catoosa and the world's largest totem poll (which is disputed). The whale signified a cool swimming spot of yesteryear; one can't swim there anymore which is LAME (thanks a lot Oklahoma), but it was still very cool to see. Also, the totem poll did look cool, but even more cool was the dogs who showed up to play, and every one knows, Phil loves hims some dogs. By the end the realized I would way cool and would come whenever I called them. I also called my friend, let's call her Chandni, who REALLY LOVES dogs so that she would be so jealous she'd hate me for a least the next ten or twelve minutes. Now that's all I have to say about that.
So immediately after arrived it Missouri, it was apparent to the dimmest walrus that it was a much MUCH nicer place to be. The scenery was amazing. Tree everywhere, beautiful rock faces that almost seemed to smile back at us. The highway seemed to immediately improve over the awful, awful state of the Oklahoma highway. Well as we drove through and stopped in Springfield. There we ate a Hardee's. Now you know what time it is? Well you're wrong. I decided to save my “Tom! Don't eat that!” Section for later because that's how Phil likes to do things, fill people with hope, then crushing disappointment. So anyway I will say this about Hardee's: it is not Carls Jr. People always assume they are the same or similar. While this may have been true at one point, the menus now are completely different. While I liked the French Dip Thickburger I had there, my cousin did not enjoy his Little Thickburger. So the point is don't expect to find the same things at either place.
So we left Springfield, as hard as a tried I couldn't find the tire fire, which was disappointing or the Krusty Burger, but I think I'll be OK in the end.
So after more very pleasant driving, I ended up in Missouri where my aunt and uncle live. When we got to their house, I thought it looked really cool. I learned later that it was built in 1904 as an ice cream parlor. After that it was mostly likely a speak easy due to the barrels of alcohol they found buried in the basement when they were redoing the house. Right before they bought it, it was a bar called....well I don't remember, I think it may have had something to do with Homer. I'm not sure if they served Flaming Homers there, but one can dream. Anyway way more happened than a history lesson about the house.
We first went to Imo's Pizza for some St. Louis style pizza and toasted ravioli, which are foods originating in St. Louis. Now it's time for “Tom! Don't Eat That!” It's time to be happy. So I went in the the restaurant not knowing exactly what to expect. The pizza was almost as thin as a sheet of paper. I was warned that the cheese was unique, though there was so much debate about what the cheese was called that all I really remember that it sticky. The pizza was strange and unlike any pizza I had had prior to it. It was, however good. I heard tales that many a person, especially from New York did not care for the pizza, but I think they're crazy. Pizza is pizza and this was good, well made pizza. The toasted ravioli were good as well. A nice appetizer to have at any time. While the last time I had toasted ravioli I thought it tasted better, this was still very good. Bottom line readers, if you don't like this pizza you're crazy. You need to realize that any place that will put whole bacon strips on your pizza can't be bad. If you're in the mood for some thin crust pizza, get this pizza.
Anyway after that we went to a Cardinals game, which was pretty cool except the fact that we didn't get to see the Cardinals score after the first inning. It did not detract much from being at the game with my aunt, uncle, and cousin however. We decided to sign up for designated driver tickets so we could get a free soda, but we couldn't drink. I thought that this may have been a mistake until I won't the drawing for a free Cardinal polo shirt! I was really excited, and I already have plans for it.
After the game we went to Ted Drewes,which is a stand that sells sundaes and concretes which are shakes so thick they can turn them upside down and they do not fall out of the glass. I had a cardinal sin and it was quite good.
More to come about tomorrow's (which is really today's) exploits.
So today I woke up in Oklahoma. In the luxury of the Hampton Innw I forgot about the horrors of yesterday and enjoyed a lovable breakfast and got ready for the drive to St. Louis. And so the nightmarish tale begins.
We get on the road, in the day this time so we are able to get a better view of Oklahoma, and boy was that a mistake. Seriously we would've better off looking a highway lined with brown paper bags lining miles upon miles of the highway. There were dead things everywhere and everything was out of control. It became very clear to me why the US government moved Native Americans there. No body would chose to live there after going there. Even the places that looked somewhat nice were ruined but dilapidated buildings.
I want to be clear right now though that this and any more negativity is directed towards the experience of driving through Oklahoma not the people in it.
It was in Oklahoma that we experienced our first toll. We were upset about having to dig to find the change necessary to pay for the toll. We ended up having to use all of our change. And then, beaconing in the distance, what do we see? Another damn toll booth, pocket empty of change we were “lucky” that this had a person who could take cash, of course this meant it was more expensive too. Now all of this might have been somewhat acceptable, if it wasn't for the fact that Oklahoma had the worse roads out of every single state that I ever driven through.
When were driving, the GPS we had seemed to direct us to toll road. Also due to having the cell phone reception of a third world country, it kept cutting out on us and turning itself off. The weather was hot and muggy. When we finally got out of Oklahoma I spit on the ground out of the car to show my complete disgust for the state of Oklahoma.
Well before I leave my discussion of Oklahoma and be fair and mention the two cool things I saw there: the blue whale of Catoosa and the world's largest totem poll (which is disputed). The whale signified a cool swimming spot of yesteryear; one can't swim there anymore which is LAME (thanks a lot Oklahoma), but it was still very cool to see. Also, the totem poll did look cool, but even more cool was the dogs who showed up to play, and every one knows, Phil loves hims some dogs. By the end the realized I would way cool and would come whenever I called them. I also called my friend, let's call her Chandni, who REALLY LOVES dogs so that she would be so jealous she'd hate me for a least the next ten or twelve minutes. Now that's all I have to say about that.
So immediately after arrived it Missouri, it was apparent to the dimmest walrus that it was a much MUCH nicer place to be. The scenery was amazing. Tree everywhere, beautiful rock faces that almost seemed to smile back at us. The highway seemed to immediately improve over the awful, awful state of the Oklahoma highway. Well as we drove through and stopped in Springfield. There we ate a Hardee's. Now you know what time it is? Well you're wrong. I decided to save my “Tom! Don't eat that!” Section for later because that's how Phil likes to do things, fill people with hope, then crushing disappointment. So anyway I will say this about Hardee's: it is not Carls Jr. People always assume they are the same or similar. While this may have been true at one point, the menus now are completely different. While I liked the French Dip Thickburger I had there, my cousin did not enjoy his Little Thickburger. So the point is don't expect to find the same things at either place.
So we left Springfield, as hard as a tried I couldn't find the tire fire, which was disappointing or the Krusty Burger, but I think I'll be OK in the end.
So after more very pleasant driving, I ended up in Missouri where my aunt and uncle live. When we got to their house, I thought it looked really cool. I learned later that it was built in 1904 as an ice cream parlor. After that it was mostly likely a speak easy due to the barrels of alcohol they found buried in the basement when they were redoing the house. Right before they bought it, it was a bar called....well I don't remember, I think it may have had something to do with Homer. I'm not sure if they served Flaming Homers there, but one can dream. Anyway way more happened than a history lesson about the house.
We first went to Imo's Pizza for some St. Louis style pizza and toasted ravioli, which are foods originating in St. Louis. Now it's time for “Tom! Don't Eat That!” It's time to be happy. So I went in the the restaurant not knowing exactly what to expect. The pizza was almost as thin as a sheet of paper. I was warned that the cheese was unique, though there was so much debate about what the cheese was called that all I really remember that it sticky. The pizza was strange and unlike any pizza I had had prior to it. It was, however good. I heard tales that many a person, especially from New York did not care for the pizza, but I think they're crazy. Pizza is pizza and this was good, well made pizza. The toasted ravioli were good as well. A nice appetizer to have at any time. While the last time I had toasted ravioli I thought it tasted better, this was still very good. Bottom line readers, if you don't like this pizza you're crazy. You need to realize that any place that will put whole bacon strips on your pizza can't be bad. If you're in the mood for some thin crust pizza, get this pizza.
Anyway after that we went to a Cardinals game, which was pretty cool except the fact that we didn't get to see the Cardinals score after the first inning. It did not detract much from being at the game with my aunt, uncle, and cousin however. We decided to sign up for designated driver tickets so we could get a free soda, but we couldn't drink. I thought that this may have been a mistake until I won't the drawing for a free Cardinal polo shirt! I was really excited, and I already have plans for it.
After the game we went to Ted Drewes,which is a stand that sells sundaes and concretes which are shakes so thick they can turn them upside down and they do not fall out of the glass. I had a cardinal sin and it was quite good.
More to come about tomorrow's (which is really today's) exploits.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Blog Two: The Blog Has Landed
This post was written August 25, 2009 around 11 PM.
I really wanted to post it then, but I didn't have the time to proof read it. Even now I have done a shitty job. The next post will be tomorrow because I need sleep so much I don't feel like sacrificing it for writing for you chumps and chumpettes.
Thank you for your readership of my blog. Please keep reading.
So day three here on the road to Chicago. So I imagine you'd be pretty upset that you had to wait an extra day for an entry if you had had to wait that long and not actually a few hours.
So Monday we planned to leave around 9, but we ended up getting stuck in town till around 10:30, but, really, no one really cares about that. What really important is the melted ice we found under the car. It was all like “hey I'm melted,” except for the fact that it can't talk because it's not a life form. Of course all known life forms are part water so we could really perhaps count it for like three fifths of a life-form or something like that. Though to me it seems wrong to call something three fifths of anything.
Anyway that was pretty exciting, but not quite as exciting as the awesome road that we drove on in Nevada towards Arizona. This road had miles upon miles of smooth, cool (like the Fonz) driving filled with fun for the whole car, which you should know if you read the last post was just the two of us.
Soon we arrived in Arizona, possibly the most interesting state we've driven through so far, but I'll get back to that.........now. So Arizona started out how you might picture Arizona, a desert, but soon, it opened up into a world of imagination, better known as a forest. So the forest was extending on and on forever in all directions as we passed by it traveling at speeds of which ancient man only dreamed, also there were also lots of beware of elk signs. Soon though we became hungry, and decided to stop in Flagstaff, a town full of mystery and wonder, or that had a really cool shopping district with some interesting places. After visiting this town I contemplated one day possibly moving there, but I decided I should save those thoughts for later when I'm getting kicked out of the house.
So we departed for Albuquerque with me now at the helm, and we were now on our way to Meteor Crater. It was about 15 minutes before we arrived there when I was informed that we had to pay $15 to enter to see the park. I wasn't sure I wanted to spend that much on an attraction, especially since I'm leaving for Japan in less than two weeks now, which actually made my stomach jump a bit, but I think I'm fine now....now where was I.....hmmmmm.....ah yes, so we ended up going and it was cool to see the impact crater. We learned about meteors and such, but ended up having to leave earlier than I would have liked, but we had to get to Albuquerque. So we booked it from there, and by that I mean drove the speed limit because neither of us can afford a ticket. It was a very pleasant drive through Arizona with very nice scenery.
So now new paragraph time so I guess I should talk about New Mexico. Well New Mexico to me looked like when you open a closet with no light in it, primarily because when we got there it was night time, but there was still enough light to see the constant warnings of elk spattered across the highway. We ended up not getting into the hotel until 1 AM local time, no bueno. The desk clerk gave us free water and energy drinks which was awesome, but we decided to go straight to bed, despite the fact he desperately wanted us to keep him company. Like really desperately even though he insulted my shirt.
So in the morning we got going around 8:30 heading straight for the Midpoint Cafe, which is located on Route 66 halfway along the route Chicago and LA. We went inside and were treated to a wonderment of memorabilia, and with that note I think it might be time for another episode of “Tom! Don't eat that!” Now it really is a bit of a stretch to claim that I shouldn't eat what I had here, so you'll have to bear with me. I decided to order the Texas-Sized Hamburger. Now this doesn't necessarily sound like something I wouldn't eat until I explain some stuff to you. I pretty much ate burgers with only ketchup till around my freshman year of college. Now I know what you're thinking, “Kill the boy!” but I assure you I am not a vampire, and I have changed my ways. Today, which I guess now was yesterday, I would have to say I took that pretty far by not only having a burger with more on it than that, but not having a burger with ketchup on it at all and actually having it with three ingredients I generally don't like, pickles, tomato, and mustard. Well the burger, which had those ingredients plus lettuce and onion turned out to be one of the best burgers I've ever had in my life. It filled my stomach and my delight gage, which is rarely filled and only a select few know how to check it in the first place, yes you should be quite jealous. The burger also came with chips instead of fries, or for our British readers, crisps instead of chips. Though I enjoy generally fries more than chips, they fit the meal quite well. At the end I had a three berry cobbler which unfortunately didn't come it a shoe. I mean come on! How can you name a dish after a shoemaker and not make it shoe themed at all!! Anyway it was quite delicious. Bottom line readers, I would say if you're traveling I-40 or Route 66, this place is a must stop. It was the best food on our trip so far, and the burger only cost $7. Also if you're willing to brave the rattle snakes, they'll even tell you where you can dig up some original Route 66 signs.
After that we went to the Cadillac Ranch. There will be pictures at some point and that's all I have to say about that.
It's late, I'm tired of writing now, so I'll basically summarize thing quickly now. If you have a problem with this, well too bad because you're not here right now to tell me otherwise, what's your problem?
So basically we drove through Texas, more Elk signs, it wasn't at nice as New Mexico and Arizona, don't mess with Texas was on a government sign, laughter.
Now, we're in Oklahoma, we don't like it much here, roads and GPS made us angry here, nothing too interesting to see, more elk stuff.
Bed time. This has either been posted in the morning or the following night.
Off to St. Louis.
I really wanted to post it then, but I didn't have the time to proof read it. Even now I have done a shitty job. The next post will be tomorrow because I need sleep so much I don't feel like sacrificing it for writing for you chumps and chumpettes.
Thank you for your readership of my blog. Please keep reading.
So day three here on the road to Chicago. So I imagine you'd be pretty upset that you had to wait an extra day for an entry if you had had to wait that long and not actually a few hours.
So Monday we planned to leave around 9, but we ended up getting stuck in town till around 10:30, but, really, no one really cares about that. What really important is the melted ice we found under the car. It was all like “hey I'm melted,” except for the fact that it can't talk because it's not a life form. Of course all known life forms are part water so we could really perhaps count it for like three fifths of a life-form or something like that. Though to me it seems wrong to call something three fifths of anything.
Anyway that was pretty exciting, but not quite as exciting as the awesome road that we drove on in Nevada towards Arizona. This road had miles upon miles of smooth, cool (like the Fonz) driving filled with fun for the whole car, which you should know if you read the last post was just the two of us.
Soon we arrived in Arizona, possibly the most interesting state we've driven through so far, but I'll get back to that.........now. So Arizona started out how you might picture Arizona, a desert, but soon, it opened up into a world of imagination, better known as a forest. So the forest was extending on and on forever in all directions as we passed by it traveling at speeds of which ancient man only dreamed, also there were also lots of beware of elk signs. Soon though we became hungry, and decided to stop in Flagstaff, a town full of mystery and wonder, or that had a really cool shopping district with some interesting places. After visiting this town I contemplated one day possibly moving there, but I decided I should save those thoughts for later when I'm getting kicked out of the house.
So we departed for Albuquerque with me now at the helm, and we were now on our way to Meteor Crater. It was about 15 minutes before we arrived there when I was informed that we had to pay $15 to enter to see the park. I wasn't sure I wanted to spend that much on an attraction, especially since I'm leaving for Japan in less than two weeks now, which actually made my stomach jump a bit, but I think I'm fine now....now where was I.....hmmmmm.....ah yes, so we ended up going and it was cool to see the impact crater. We learned about meteors and such, but ended up having to leave earlier than I would have liked, but we had to get to Albuquerque. So we booked it from there, and by that I mean drove the speed limit because neither of us can afford a ticket. It was a very pleasant drive through Arizona with very nice scenery.
So now new paragraph time so I guess I should talk about New Mexico. Well New Mexico to me looked like when you open a closet with no light in it, primarily because when we got there it was night time, but there was still enough light to see the constant warnings of elk spattered across the highway. We ended up not getting into the hotel until 1 AM local time, no bueno. The desk clerk gave us free water and energy drinks which was awesome, but we decided to go straight to bed, despite the fact he desperately wanted us to keep him company. Like really desperately even though he insulted my shirt.
So in the morning we got going around 8:30 heading straight for the Midpoint Cafe, which is located on Route 66 halfway along the route Chicago and LA. We went inside and were treated to a wonderment of memorabilia, and with that note I think it might be time for another episode of “Tom! Don't eat that!” Now it really is a bit of a stretch to claim that I shouldn't eat what I had here, so you'll have to bear with me. I decided to order the Texas-Sized Hamburger. Now this doesn't necessarily sound like something I wouldn't eat until I explain some stuff to you. I pretty much ate burgers with only ketchup till around my freshman year of college. Now I know what you're thinking, “Kill the boy!” but I assure you I am not a vampire, and I have changed my ways. Today, which I guess now was yesterday, I would have to say I took that pretty far by not only having a burger with more on it than that, but not having a burger with ketchup on it at all and actually having it with three ingredients I generally don't like, pickles, tomato, and mustard. Well the burger, which had those ingredients plus lettuce and onion turned out to be one of the best burgers I've ever had in my life. It filled my stomach and my delight gage, which is rarely filled and only a select few know how to check it in the first place, yes you should be quite jealous. The burger also came with chips instead of fries, or for our British readers, crisps instead of chips. Though I enjoy generally fries more than chips, they fit the meal quite well. At the end I had a three berry cobbler which unfortunately didn't come it a shoe. I mean come on! How can you name a dish after a shoemaker and not make it shoe themed at all!! Anyway it was quite delicious. Bottom line readers, I would say if you're traveling I-40 or Route 66, this place is a must stop. It was the best food on our trip so far, and the burger only cost $7. Also if you're willing to brave the rattle snakes, they'll even tell you where you can dig up some original Route 66 signs.
After that we went to the Cadillac Ranch. There will be pictures at some point and that's all I have to say about that.
It's late, I'm tired of writing now, so I'll basically summarize thing quickly now. If you have a problem with this, well too bad because you're not here right now to tell me otherwise, what's your problem?
So basically we drove through Texas, more Elk signs, it wasn't at nice as New Mexico and Arizona, don't mess with Texas was on a government sign, laughter.
Now, we're in Oklahoma, we don't like it much here, roads and GPS made us angry here, nothing too interesting to see, more elk stuff.
Bed time. This has either been posted in the morning or the following night.
Off to St. Louis.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The First Post 2009
This entry is from Sunday August 23, 2009 a little before midnight.
I wanted to post it then but then problems which are discussed in the blog happened. I may post another update tonight that includes the past two days.
So for those of you that don't know, my alias on this blog is Phil McBanus, and this is all about my Japantime put in the context of a fun-blog. So two weeks from now I'm leaving for Japan, or I will have already left a few hours ago, but really by the time I can actually post this entry it will be longer than that. You see apparently the Imperial Place in Las Vegas hasn't heard of complimentary Internet service and wants to charge ridiculous amounts for such a service, but this is not the point.
Right now, in preparation for my long and arduous journey to Japan, I'm taking a long and arduous journey across part of America by car. Along the way I plan to learn about travel, have a few comical mishaps, buy souvenirs for my future Japanese friends, and practice my poor blog writing skilz.
So perhaps I should start with today. I mean I COULD start with tomorrow but since I have trouble perceiving time that way I may not get all the details right and as a species that has been detailed I assume that we prefer to get those things right.
So anyway last night I was up until around abouts 1 in the morning. This morning I woke up at 7. I hadn't been planning to wake up quite that early, even though I set my alarm for that time. You see I normally press the snooze button several times, but this morning was different. Today I (The following information has been censored by the user. Please trust the user that it was quite traumatic and you do not wanna hear about it.) Needless to say after you go through something like that, there's no way you're falling back asleep.
So in the end it wasn't a big deal that I woke up earlier. I ended up having tons of time to get everything I needed (though I of course still forgot stuff), and my uncle David picked me up so I could be ready to leave at noon with my cousin Jared.
Now to make a very long story short that I assume you stopped reading quite some time ago, and if you haven't I worry about your sanity because you were able to endure the insane rants of a semi-crazy person for this long, we ended up not being able to leave until like 3 because Jared took forever packing up his whole life....OH YEAH. So in retrospect I PROBABLY should have mentioned I'm going across the country with my cousin because he's moving to Chicago, but if you knew me, and I don't know why you've read this far if you haven't, you should already know that my cousin is moving to Chicago and I'm also going with to keep him company.
INTERMISSION (even I'm getting tried of all of this craziness, I suggest you take a break at this point, get a snack, watch some guy on youtube hurt himself in an incredibly dumb way and come back to reading this a little later after you feel you can stand me some more)
And we're back from intermission, hopefully. So packed with a car filled with hundreds upon hundreds of pounds, plus Jared's stuff, we left on the road, me as the driver, out to see the country. Of course that was before we thought we were loosing gas at an alarming rate which turned out just to be the air conditioning and us not really paying close enough attention. After that there was lots of driving which I'll also leave out. Following that however, we arrived in Las Vegas, Jared now driving the car, heading to the wrong address, which we quickly realized. It was then I discovered we were somewhat coincidentally spending our first night on this road trip from hell in a Japanese-themed hotel. I did buy some cool gifts.
So before I go several people told me that during my travels, I should keep a reoccurring section in my blog called “Tom! Don't eat that!” where I review food I've eaten. So on this episode of “Tom! Don't eat that!” I went to Burger King. There I had their fries, onion rings, and hamburgers. I'd have to say I'd rate them all pretty low. The fries were typical for fast food fries, greasy and you're not even sure they were made from potatoes. The onion rings were clearly frozen and very greasy. The only time I've had worse is when I buy the frozen ones from the grocery store. The burgers turned out to be too small and ended up costing more than the whopper jr. I mean what the heck is that deal. A smaller burger with less on it costs more? Burger King needs to figure out how to price their times correctly if they really want my business. Bottom line readers, if you're hungry enough, and by science I hope you're not, you can eat at Burger King if you're willing to suffer from poor quality and nonsensical pricing.
Tomorrow we depart on our second longest leg, hopefully to survive to tell the tale.
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