Trans-America Roadtrip IV: Mani-beerfest Destiny

USA!USA!USA!

Well, the roadtrip is underway. So far so good. The car is about as full as it can get. Because of this, the car now has about 1 inch of clearance (potholes have been dicey).

The car is a little full

Day one consisted of 690 miles from DC to Chicago. Roughly 10 hours of cruising but it really wasn't that bad; probably because it was the first day. Random hilarious thing from trip day 1: Passing by a road called Fangboner Road. "Yeah, my address is 415 Fangboner Road. Now don't get that confused with Fangboner Street which a couple streets before; people mess up all the time."

Proof

Last night we went out in downtown Chicago for a few adult beverages. We met up with a friend from the old county (Prince Georges, that is). Lucky for us her husband just happened to be bartending at a bar not 4 blocks from our hotel; the sun shined brightly on us. We ended the night at an establishment called English to get back to my roots, you know. Corey and I end up chatting with some people at the bar. One member of this party I can only describe as "Chicago Bitch Stewie" (see below). 

"I did good, huh, Stewie"

They were highly promoting Chicago and to give them credit it did seem like a cool city. As we were leaving, I somehow got stuck in a "conversation" with Chicago Bitch Stewie. Trying to decipher his nonsensical dialect was a trying task. As was dodging the saliva flying from his mouth with each passing word. It was at this moment that I noticed Chi-town Bitch Stewie's hand was moderately bloody - apparently from a cut he had suffered and ultimately not noticed and/or not cared about. Let me add, that they were at the drunk stage where you are constantly patting people on the back in a friendly intoxicated manner (funny enough this is often just before the stage where the pat becomes a punch. Luckily not this evening). Due to this "pat-friendly" nature and the fact that this guy clearly had blood on his hand, I went into a defensive mode to try and avoid a pat on the back as I wanted to actually wear my shirt again in the future. I even told Chicago Bitch Stewie that his hand was all bloody to which he responded with something resembling English but just not quite there; the speech section of the brain was also quite drunk and firing blanks. From his body language, he did not seem to mind his mutilated hand. I dodged a couple pats, and stiff armed one away but unfortunately he blind-sided me right before we left. My shirt is now forever stained with the blood of a one Chicago Bitch Stewie. (maybe I'll post the shirt picture later, for now you get this random one)

Random from our Hotel: Diploma or Bathmat? You decide.

Corey and I are currently on the road to Minneapolis - a city I really know little about. What we do know is that there is a bar with lawn bowling on the roof. We plan to go to said bar. Pretty sure the NFL lock-out talks have been taking place in Minneapolis, so hopefully we can beat Drew Brees in some lawn bowling. We also somehow swindled our way into tickets to the Twins game this evening. They are playing the Brewers; a real battle of powerhouses. Should be fun either way.

Then we're off to Badlands National Park, Yellowstone, and Glacier (glass-e-ah, proper British pronunciation) national park to name a few. More stories and pictures to come. Corey says "Hi".