One thing topped my vacation, and it happened during the 18 hour drive back home. Stopping in Pennsylvania at the best hotel, king sized bed, ice-cold Coors cans, and Invader Zim at 1am after 12 hours of driving. That, my friend, is probably the best thing a person can experience.
Driving with a person you've spent 10 straight days with isn't the easiest thing to do. Their driving skills, annoying quirks, and constant attempts at conversation that are drowned out by even constant-er traffic noises can wear on anybody's nerves. I was the biggest bitch I could possibly be. I didn't even sing along to Mamma Mia songs (yes, Adam likes me enough to take my bitchiness along with a broadway soundtrack). The poor car has never had its air conditioner switched on and off more times, or compared its results to livestock, than today, I fear.
"I am drying up like a turkey jerky, turn it OFF!"
"Turn it ON!!! I'm fucking sweating like a pig in here!!"
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