Well that's not totally how it came about. This is yet another road trip inspired by reality TV. (I am starting to think I may have a problem). We are both totally enamored with this show Long Island Medium. We get the bright idea, we should see if she is coming to town ever. Low and behold she was indeed coming to Minneapolis, but by the time we figured that out tickets were already sold out. Proof we are not the only reality tv junkies in town. Looking at her schedule, I noticed she was also going to be in Milwaukee this week.
Apparently Milwaukee doesn't have as many reality tv junkies as Minneapolis because we got tickets in Milwaukee no problem.
So I get to do a practice run. I did not book us in a haunted hotel (you're welcome Becky) - but apparently I could have. However, I would have been cracked in half by Becky. Becky smash. So we're staying at the Marriott where the only thing you have to fear is ... too much chlorine in the pool? I got nothing.
P.S. The haunted hotel in Milwaukee is the Pfister. Yes. THE PFISTER! (You're not fooling anyone with that P people.) I just wanted to stay there because of the name. Can't. stop. giggling. If they had bath towels with their name on them, I totally would have stolen them, so it's probably best we're not staying there, I don't need a criminal record. However, I am regretting I won't be able to get a mini-bottle of hand lotion from THE PFISTER If my hotels was named the Pfister, I'd probably claim it was haunted too to try and draw attention away from the horrible name.
I am AMPED!
I love road tripping with my Albino Twin. There is always so much laughter there will snorting, and usually tears. We write some of our best songs while on road trips.
Such Hits As:
Anal Seepage (To the Tune of Edelweiss)
Rhinestone Cho-Cha (to the tune of Rhinestone Cowboy - obvs!)
Meat Stick
and last but not least...
Anal Seepage (The techno re-mix)
We usually stop at truck stops, and end up buying yo-yo stuffed animals, or Conway Twitty cassettes. I still have regret we didn't spring for the $20 dancing lamb that sang hip hop christian tunes. I don't know why we were so cheap. The more horrible the name of the truck stop or gas station may mean we need to buy 64oz bladder buster beverage holder...but only if said horrible name is on it. Like, Kum n' Go or Pump n' Munch. Gabe tried to tell me we could get rid of the Kum'n Go drink container because we didn't ever really use it, and I told him he was wrong.
There may be a unicorn head on this trip- there will probably be pictures? Hopefully a new song...who can say! But when you get a Conway Twitty cassette in your stocking this Christmas, just know that was totally Truck Stop Santa.
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