On the this list of ten records worth a damn this week, we're number four. Wow.
Today started good and went south. Dan got early afternoon tacos with the Turbo Fruits which bled into mostly beating rush hour out of New York City became a horrific pileup on Interstate 80 just inside Pennsylvania wherein we crawled about a mile in two hours. Then we got to an exit and went on I-80 eastbound to get to local highway 611 and navigate around the bullshit. But guess what! The ramp was closed for resurfacing. So we went back into New Jersey, losing two hours of 'progress', and hunted for the next bridge in Pennsylvania, which was a forty miles of country road and uncertainty, because Dan's dumb ass left our best friend, the 2010 Road Atlas, in Brooklyn. That's right, no GPS for us, and now we've got to do the rest of this tour without even an atlas to our name until we can get one cheap at Big Lots or something. Anyway, we detoured around to I-84 and our four hour, twenty minute drive clocked in around eleven. Good thing this was an off day, or shit would've been scrubbed.
We're exhausted. Crashing with Houseasaurus again. Goodnight.
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