Road Trippin With 3 million fireflies
My body is sore. I embraced my impulsive side. 3 Sundays ago my friend Jenny (aka James aka The Lazy River) calls me asks if I want to take a trip to Nashville. At first I did some math in my head (Tall black man + Tennessee = eeck!) But then I went, well the south has changed…or is changing…meh. So Then Thursday rolls around, and I take a Indian Trails bus (not Greyhound because apparently they are leaving MI) to K-zoo. From K-zoo I get a ride with Emilia to Ypsilanti, she is also going to Nashville. We spend the ride talking about how weird it is being home. After getting to my Ypsi home. I pretty much just passed out. The following morning we left. I felt bad because Jenny’s car is a stick, and she is the only one who could drive a stick. Then drive although wonderful and exciting was long and growling. But soon (and by soon I mean 12 hours) we were in Nashville. Soon we found ourselves in a taxi and drunk from pre-gaming. Now the night is a little hazy. But the top there highlights are as follows:
1) Jenny and the random dancing guy
2) Getting free cover into a bar because I was traveling with two woman.
3) Um drinking
So the night ended and we awoke for the second part of our adventure. We didnt know where we were going. So we just headed north for Mammoth Cave. Once there we went on a ferry (which Jenny geeked out about)
We then wondered around through a pretty legit trail. It was peaceful, quiet. Well like nature quiet (loads of chirping and branch breaking). Craziness. After about a million hours of aimless wondering we left and hit the open road. Once again without any direction. But eventually we made it somewhere. But I was too drunk to remember. But anyways the drive back was full of tired ass people. Um probably the best highlight of that was the fact that every gas station we stopped at, we had stopped at on a previous road trip. Also the delicate subtle voice of Jon Ronson on This American Life. Then we made it home.
But instead of heading straight to Holland. I stayed the night in Ypsilanti and a few drinks with some good ol’friends. All in all. I am addicted to road tripping.