We Were Invincible, So We Drove Fast Cars And Drank Too Much...

The Good Luck Joes - Invincible

I've decided that the Joes are worthy of another blog entry. I do believe that they've earned it. I know, it's quite an honor.


Anyhoo, I've had what we like to call an "incredibly super busy week or so," hence my terrible blogging (slash lack there of). But I think that I'm fixed.


So my Madre and Padre came to visit today, which was super exciting. True story.

But let me recap a bit of what you've missed:

So last weekend I drove to Illinois for the Women's Gymnastics Big Ten Championships, which was terribly exciting for me. I basically loved it. We drove down the night before and slept in my car at a rest stop, where we met a new friend. She too spent the night in her car, and in the morning we shared and epic breakfast of Gushers. It was pretty magical.

However, the next night, we drove straight back. Fearing that I'd fall asleep, I chose instead to drink an unsafe number of Red Bulls (read: less than 10, more than 5). It was a horrible decision (read: it was like taking speed, but less fun). I was super jumpy the entire car ride, meaning that everything I saw scared me. I'd be driving and a car would pass, and I'd yell and think I was about to die. Or I'd see a large tree and do the same thing. I did the same thing for roadkill, exit signs, funny looking clouds, etc. It was terrifying. When we got back to campus, and I had to drive through an actual city, I'm pretty sure I had several heart attacks because of all the pedestrians.

But there were no major side effects, save the fact that I didn't sleep very well that night, my eyes were killing me (probably had something to do with me not blinking 6 hours), and for some unknown reason my toes tickled really badly. It was odd.


Wait. I just thought of this. Can we go over the fact that Travis is an awful name? If there's a Travis out there that's not a terrible person, I'm sorry. But except for you, the one exception, all other Travises are bad bad people. The end.


But anyhoo, once more, thanks to my Madre and Padre for driving all the way here to see me, even though they were only going to stay a few hours, and then drive all the way home. You're basically ballers. Fin.