I've recently discovered my love for road trips. The emptiness of it all is quite liberating. Not to mention singing gangster rap from the 90s and still knowing all the lyrics.
A couple weeks ago, my Canadian and I took my free rental car (hooray for car accidents) and drove east... through the desert and into Arizona. We stopped at a hole in the ground we like to call El Centro. This is pretty much a place that shouldn't exist, but if it didn't, where would all the illegal immigrants go? Besides, there's a Sonic there and who could resist an Orange Cream Slush with fried Mac 'n Cheese? We continued into Tuba City, where we met a Navajo Indian and looked for dinosaur tracks. This is where I inadvertently stole his soul, but don't you worry, I mailed it back to him last week. After bowling in Flagstaff and hiking through the Grand Canyon in a thunderstorm, we called it quits and came back home, but not after eating at Sonic for the 5th time in 3 days.
This past weekend I had to sacrifice one of my favorite holidays for yet another road trip. This time, Savannah and I headed north... through California and into Nevada. Ten hours in a VW Beetle and I've decided that I love my SUV. Reno was a lot smaller than I remember. It also seems to be turning into a ghost town. If you're under 21 and want to gamble or buy alcohol, I highly recommend going to Reno. After making my 10 dollars last 5 hours on penny slots and accidently stumbling into a bowling tournament, we headed over to the event center for some rockin' in the free world.
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