1. Getting motion sick.
2. Sleeping in the backseat.
I went on a two day trek around Philly and the cute suburb Manayunk (Yes. Man-uh-yunk.) with the other members of Mouse House and was able to utilize both of my car skills.
Meet Andi: She's the dad of our house. She drives the car, organizes the fun-tivities, and makes sure we remember the tastiest snacks.
And Steph: She's the mama of the house. She navigates the car, keeps Dad awake while he drives, and remembers to do things like empty the dishwasher.
Also Kate: She's the seeeeeester. She's forced to sit in the backseat and tries to ignore her younger brother whilst reading books about medieval times. She is also best at girl things like lipstick and accessorizing pretty outfits.
Finally, Ash: She's the little brother. She sits in the backseat and pulls on her face while Kate reads, eats so many snacks she feels queasy, and then spends the rest of her time in the car alternating between willing the contents of her stomach to stay put and sleeping against the window.
There was another memorable incident where I drove to Nashville with two of my friends our junior year of college. We had exactly eight hours to do an eight hour drive, meaning no "extra" stops for things like feeding me or peeing. Shan threw a tray of six cinnamon buns in the backseat and I ate all of them. Actually, what I would do is eat one, scream along to the radio while kicking my legs in the air and undulating the rest of my body like something from an exorcism for twenty minutes, and then fall asleep for an hour or so. Wake up to eat another giant cinnamon bun, aaaand repeat. Six times.
|We went to Philly to see|
Florence + the Machine
Car < Plane < Train < Trains with Beds. Bacon's Theory of Travel