So this weekend it appears that my girlfriend and I will be heading down to her hometown of the middle of nowhere, down in the back woods, just past the 9000 streams, and over 10,000 bridges, to upstate New York.Â So after a treacherous drive there, it is all cool.Â We always have a blast, minus the wicked allergies we get while staying at her parents house.
So this time however, it may be a little different.Â See my good buddy Carmen, has been hanging out with Tara's best friend, her name is Courtney, anyway, those two (Carmen and Courtney) will be down in middle of nowhere New York, and they have requested us to go up with them as well, you know to make the trip a little more enjoyable, since there is NOTHING TO DO THERE!
So what will we do?Â Go to the one bar in this one horse town and probably have a lot of fun.Â Problem being, T has work early in the morning... lame.Â See, if I'm going out with Carmen, we are going out to have a good time, which means a sure fire hangover.Â Usually no problem, except this time, I have to drive 8,000 miles of back wood roads.Â Great, can you say, car sick hang over?
This of course will not stop me, and my fate is already sealed as far as I'm concerned. Â Oh, and I may have exaggerated about how many miles and the amount of bars there are, but I would be lying if I said it didn't feel like all those statements were true.