Niagara balls
New Orleans is hot, y’all. I thought Iowa was sticky in the summer – I had no idea how much like swimming it would feel with a humidity of 94%.
We drove all night to get here yesterday. I’ve never done that, and it was kind of Hunter S. Thompson-esqe (without the hallucinogenics). I swear Viva Las Vegas was playing the entire time I was dancing with the semis at 2 a.m.
Don’t melt in to a small puddle!
Yesterday I went to three thrift stores in a matter of three hours. It was INTENSE.
I found this t-shirt:
Can’t wait to hear all your stories from the road. Happy trails.
Well eff! It wouldn’t let me do html. I’ll e-mail you the photo of the t-shirt.
Ooo!! Three thrift stores in three hours?! Nice! I think you might be my hero.
I haven’t been thrifting since I went three weeks ago to my favorite store and found it closed. Am sure you all understand how crushing that was. It didn’t even send me a good-bye note, not even after all the years I spent pawing its racks, wander its rows and immersing myself in its very being. How could it leave me like this?!?!
The bastard.
But totally cool vacation Ms. Kofax! Where you off to next?