“We broke down, miles out of Morgantown…Eleven to your seven”

Hey there loyal readers, whiskey here. So I returned from my little trip out to Deep Creek, Maryland. It was hella rad, except for the ride back. We experienced car troubles in Morgantown, WV that delayed our trip back by 3 hours. No shit, the whole time, I kept singing that line from that Hey Mercedes song, as evidenced by this blog post title. I was supposed to get back around noon, but ended up getting back around 5. Either way, I am back!

Here is the photographic evidence of the mess that was this past week.

Shit was like Real World…8 people,1 house (actually 2, if you consider our first house all but broke down around us. thus, we moved on the 2nd day from our house to a $3,000 upgraded cabin FOR FREE. hell yeah).

The players in this mess…

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ken

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brittany

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megan

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nate

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jillian

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ronald

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joanna

the mess…

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tower of intoxication…

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“Has anyone seen Ronnie? Hey! Take a picture of me dancing!”

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ronald’s got the funniest laugh I’ve ever seen. i want a videotape of it…

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this was funny too, but for a different fundamental reason…

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on thursday, brit, jillian and i took a little break from the action and drove the 45 minutes to see this…

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designed by this guy…

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steps from the family room to the creek for fishing…whoa

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whiskey: “This is the coolest waterfall this side of Niagra.”

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on the drive home, we noticed another waterfall only a few miles away. we stopped and checked it out…

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annnnnd then we got back and drank some more.

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kings rule:”if you say ‘fuck’  you have to hump a door.”

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prank: throwing ice water on unsuspecting hot-tubbers…

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Q: “How flammable IS Everclear?”

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wow. what a week. this only scratches the surface. ok. off to recover some more.

hugs and kisses,

-whiskey

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…and Smokey The Bear

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“A Speculative Ficition”

hey readers.

i am back from my binge…er….rather, “vacation” in maryland. full update tomorrow when i find the strength. just wanted to let you all know that, yes, i AM indeed back and well. sort of.

happy 4th, for those who give a damn.

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kisses,

-whiskey

The Origins of Whiskey and Wine and Other Ramblings

Folks,

Wine here and I wanted to fulfill a long overdue promise this post and kind of clue you in on the beginnings of the weird mixture that is Whiskey and Wine.  Actually I came up with this idea just a bit ago while traipsing through one of my many streams of consciousness.  I just tried to explain how I navigated this stream to get to this topic but per usual it was a convoluted journey that really only led back to the beginning of this post.  Anyway, whilst paddling away (ok seriously I’m done with this comparison) I had a certain memory pop into my head from Whiskey and I’s first year at college.  I’d like to remember that night, and I guess it would serve as a great marketing tool for this blog, that the cosmos were aligned, the army of squirrels on campus stopped their foraging and other squirrely activities to rejoice in this most joyous of meetings, but really I’m just being delusional again because that night it was just us two guys staring at our residence hall chatting about a common disdain for all things emo.

I actually only remember a few details from that night but for some reason we were out on the patch of concrete in the middle of the quad that roofed the boiler for the halls underneath that actually a few months later a certain Mr. Padden would be wrapped up in a plastic bag in only his undergarments only to be saved by same altruistic saviors from the neighboring residence hall.  I have no idea how we ended up there or why our conversation drifted to this certain topic, but I can only assume Whiskey, living up to certain connotations of his nickname, flat out confronted me about my perceived emo-ness.  I then launched into what would become a standard rant about the differences between indie and emo then asked him about why he listens to his music and all I received was a terse response along the lines of, “…because I do”.  We did however marvel at the incredible “macking” ability of emo kids and let our jealousy fester for a silent moment.  For some unknown reason I then received the first of many nicknames I’d accumulate over the course of that year, Emo…then my first name. Not sure if that was really blog worthy, I just wanted to type out that memory before I forgot it again.

In other news, I’ve been bored with my music and the music I’ve been coming across for quite some time now.  I’ve also been hearing from Whiskey a steady stream of negativity about my taste in music so I decided to “jump the shark” if you will and take some suggestions from both Whiskey and Moonshine as to what I should look up and give a chance.  Whiskey was of no help so I went off a suggestion by Moonshine and picked up The Lawrence Arms album, Oh! Calcutta!.

After all of the electronic, chamber poppy, crazy ass shit I listen to, getting into this album, I’ll admit, took some time.  I have to say though that I was immediately struck by the cleverness of the lyrics, especially the line about Toby Keith’s horses and Toby Keith’s men because come on what isn’t there to laugh about concerning that slice of apple pie?  I also have to say that I was kind of thrown by how similar the hooks in each of these songs mirror the kinds of hooks I admire in what I listen to?  Have I finally found the musical commonality between our respective tastes in music?  Probably not, but this gives me hope for when I force some of my music on those two.  Whiskey and I just finished an oddly nerdy and impromptu text review of this album in the same manner we reviewed the vegan “beef” jerky we somehow consumed on our way to Jersey…I still can’t make mention of that damn state without getting a little bit angry.

That’s all for now.  Whiskey makes his triumphant return to society this weekend so expect an upcoming post detailing that bit of debauchery and what I think might have been a run-in with a bear…yeah I’m not really sure but I guess anything is possible.

-Wine

A Field Report from ComFest

Folks,

While Whiskey plots his next late night phone call from the backwoods of Maryland, I thought I’d give you a much needed update. Yes I didn’t post about my third and fourth days at SCRA because I’ve written far too many introspective, depressing, overly emo posts and even I am sick of them! Instead, I wanted to break down a little event here in Columbus which is apparently officially titled Community Festival, but since we’re all about creativity here in this fair city, we shorten it to ComFest! I’ve done little to no research on this subject so I’ll make very factual statements about this festival based on what I’ve observed the few times I’ve gone and/or overheard while walking around:

- Be careful if you turn around suddenly because you may inexplicably go to second base with a complete stranger and then somehow end up in an oddly engaging conversation with this topless woman about the detailed art on her chest.

- The standards used to choose which bands play here are nowhere near as high as approximately 65% of the audience who are swaying to said bands.

- Even at this festival, it is still possible to dress outside of the normalized dress code and to be judged accordingly.

- Someone can literally be stabbed to death in the middle of the park and no one knows it happened.

- Apparently people are still amused by the prospect of telling the token prayer booth that they’re atheist and debating furiously about how the spiritual booth attendants will react. Meanwhile, I wonder how these people were spared from being stabbed too.

- There is a new dance craze about to strike the nation and it is miming. Molly and I agree these moves are well within our skill set.

- There is a certain energy buzzing in the air unique to this festival…oh wait that’s just all the pot.

- This is quite the showcase for many up and coming tobacco pipe artists.

Needless to say I had a blast people watching and I’m honestly exhausted from whipping my neck around like a goldfish surrounded by a myriad of shiny things trying to take as many mental pictures since I left my camera at home. This was also meant as a “bonding experience” for the aforementioned Molly and I and I hate to be vague but there are some exciting potential developments coming to the blog but after a fun filled evening and a subdued diner brunch, I second Neal’s sentiment that, “Mollys rad as fuuuuuuuuuck”. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to revel in this lingering chill mood I seemed to pick up at ComFest and do some deep thinking…woah.

-Wine

“Baltimore Knot”

Hello there, readers. Whiskey here. It’s far too early for a human being to be up, and I haven’t much time. Why, you ponder? It’s because I leave today for a camping trip in the wooded and scenic portion of western Maryland! Normally the concept of such backwoods “roughing it” is nothing more than mere novelty (see: assorted spring breaks, trips to Casey’s cabin et al.) but this one promises to be different. In short, it is because about a year ago I was invited by SEVERAL old bosses who happened to be friends to tag along on their annual camping trip. The price tag was cheap, the expectations (i.e. fun, alcohol, laughter, etc.) were reasonable, and frankly, this seemed like a fantastic chance to level the playing field, so to speak, with my old bosses! I’ll be back in one week’s time with, hopefully, many memories and photographs.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish packing my hiking shoes, dental floss and half-bottle of scotch. Salut!

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-whiskey

“Drink’em down, we gotta ride, going through the lower east side, day or night, mags on the run, looking for trouble, looking for fun”

Yo! Live blog leaving the Garden State back to the Buckeye State.

***Day 5***

8am: Wine wakes up

8:30 am: Whiskey wakes up

9am: Load car, search for where to turn in keys for our dorm. Nothing listed. End up just leaving the keys in our dorm room with the door unlocked. Really, a microcosm of the trip.

9:35am: Whiskey: “I want to make love to a cup of coffee right about now.”

9:40 am: Whiskey telling Wine, while waiting for gas: “Your behavior is foreign to me. It was moderate and level-headed.”

10:07 am: Stop at a Dunkin’ Donuts at some suburban shopping mall. Whiskey gets a plain, un-toasted bagel and plain, black coffee. Wine orders an everything bagel, toasted, with cream cheese, hashbrowns, and coffee. Oh my, the carbs!

10:20 am: After driving off, Whiskey notices his door is not shut. Shutting it, while still driving, Whiskey utters, “I win.”

10:29 am: Pass signs that read “International Trade Center this exit.” Not to be confused with the World Trade Center, of course. Wine: “Oh Jersey.”

10:30 am: Whiskey compares a Vampire Weekend line to a Cat Stevens line. Wine nods in acknowledgment, but not necessarily agreement.

10:41 am: Whiskey and Wine see a sign on the highway advertising the “Land of Make-Believe.” …Really.

10:50 am: A car bumper lets whiskey and wine know that the rapture will occur May 21, 2011. Take note.

10:53 am: Entering PA. Jersey didn’t say goodbye. And neither did we. Good riddance.

12:07 pm: A green van from Vermont full of middle-aged men purposely swerves into our lane to arouse cheap laughs. Whiskey and Wine are not amused. A middle-finger war ensues. Wine passes said assholes only to watch a similar scenario ensue with other cars behind us.

12:48 pm: Stop at a truck stop looking for food.

12:49 pm: Notice the truck stop sells Chinese food! Resisting our better judgement, Whiskey and Wine become excited at the possibility of finding Chinese food at an isolated truck stop somewhere in the PA mountains.

12:50 pm: Chinese food deemed undigestible.

12:52 pm: Go to Subway across the street. Female sandwich artists working at Subway seem irritated that we placed orders. Subway…Eat Fresh.

1:30 pm: Wine spots a horse and buggy. He points in amazement.

1:40 pm: Wine engages in his best Robert Plant impression. Whiskey, now driving, winces and looks on.

2:33 pm: Whiskey engages in his best Franz Nicolay impression. Wine winces and looks on.

2:35 pm: Wine starts fight. Pen battle ensues. Modern writing utensils are deadly weapons when thrown at one at one another at close, seated proximity while barreling down interstate highways.

3:30 pm: Stop at random McDonalds to rest. Day 2 of blog updated. Wine enters establishment to purchase coffee. Wine baffled as the sheer number of hot, sweaty rednecks standing outside of restaurant are counterbalanced by the number of hipsters eating inside.

3:41 pm: Wine starts singing along to hi-hat part in a song. Whiskey calls him out on this.

3:48 pm: Wine subjects Whiskey to Adam Lambert. Whiskey is thoroughly disgusted to the point of nausea.

5:37 pm: Arrive back in Whiskey’s hometown. Trip over (thankfully) and returned home safely (thankfully). Wine meets mother and jake, then heads off into the sunset.

what a crazy-ass trip that was.
catch all ya’ll on the flipside

kisses,

-whiskey and wine

“Hanging on the corner of 52nd and Broadway. The cars passing by, but none of them seem to be going’ my way. New York City, where I wish I was on the highway…”

Hey there faithful readers! still with us? I’m back at home, and thought that describing my wild Day 3 and Day 4 of my recent east coast trip might be in order.

On day 3, Wine and I both woke up early for some bagels and coffee. Then, we went our separate ways. The university we were staying at had a New Jersey transit stop right next to the dorms. I took this into NYC. Here’s a brief recap…

-took transit into Penn Station.

-In awe of Penn Station. Walked out onto 7th Street, next to both the Fuse Studios and Madison Square Garden.

-Contemplate briefly the possibility of LeBron living in Madison Square Garden. I am sickened by the possibility.

-After a 15 minute wait, I am retrieved by my uncle and two cousins.

-He takes us to lunch at one of his favorite Indian restaurants.

-Sign on the door says that…and I am being 100% serious here…the place was closed for an hour because the cooks were out to lunch!

-Settle for the Indian place next door. It had a completely vegetarian south-Indian lunch buffet for $7.99. A steal, if you ask me.

-Get driven around the city after we eat and catch up. My aunt, uncle and cousins moved from suburban CT to NYC on the upper westside. so I got to see their new place. They live in an apartment within walking distance of both the ABC studios and the Julliard School.

-At a random traffic light a few blocks away from their pad, I look at a plaque on a fancy-pants apartment. It informs me that Ulysses S. Grant lived and died on the very spot that this current building sits. Random.

-See their apartment. Beautiful. Overlooks the Hudson River and New Jersey.

-After a short rest, we load into the car. They’re trying to sell their old house in CT, so we head over there.

-Drove past the Natural History Museum, Central Park,and the Dakota Building/Strawberry Field into Harlem, onto Malcolm X Blvd. and past the Apollo (!) into the Bronx, passing both the old and new Yankee Stadiums. The traffic sucked, though, so the normal 1 hour drive took us 2.5 hours.

-In CT, catch up with my aunt, eat dinner.

-Have an off-the-cuff fancy wine and liquor-tasting after dinner. Glorious.

-Sleep

-Breakfast

-Train from their city into Grand Central Station. Nearly had a panic-attack. That place was fucking insanity…and it was off- hours on a Saturday morning! Can’t even imagine rush hour…

-Take subway then the L to meet back up with Wine and several mates. Drink vanilla tea at a hipster coffee shop.

-Lunch at Chelsea Market. Stir-fried eggplant with basil and bean sauce over rice. Lordy Lordy Lordy, was it awesome!

Resist urge to purchase $4 cupcakes with poodles and/or Obama images on it. Wine buys a cupcake and informs me that it was just “alright.”

-While sitting, I begin to look at the boxed cookies for sale. The ingredients read, among other things: “sugar, egg whites, flour, 1,683 hours of therapy, chocolate chips, milk…” I giggle at the subtle cleverness.

-Walk around aimlessly.

-Jump into cluttered, cramped bookstore to dodge the rain. Best decision (accident) we made all day! There were numerous books that I wanted, but in the end, settled for “Dangling In The Tournefortia” by Charles Bukowski. (Actually ended up finishing it a day later…nerd alert!)

-Took subway from lower westside to upper westide, back to our car.

-Drive back into Jersey. Again, it was scary.

-Made it in time to change for the poster presentation. Mingled, viewed posters, tried (unsuccessfully, I fear) to help cheer Wine up from his existential funk.

-Drove around for food/drink (mostly drink) options. Found The Office. A bar, not that silly television program. Had an amazing salad and veggie burger. And lots of beer. Hung there for at least a couple of hours. Chatted. Hung out. Put things in perspective. Somewhere between bites of sweet potato fries and Brooklyn Ale, Wine has epiphany regarding the aforementioned existential funk. Suddenly, he is not so down. Returned back to the dorm tired and satisfied.

-Sleep.

That, loyal readers, was my (incomplete and all-too-brief ) recap of Days 3 and 4. Maybe if youre all nice, wine will add his thoughts and perspectives. Maybe.

Day 5 – the final installment of our trip’s live journal will be posted tomorrow. Back to the daily grind.

Kisses,

-whiskey

“Constructive Summers”

Folks,

Currently Whiskey and I are stationed at some random McDonalds parking lot siphoning WiFi from a Super 8 motel in order to get another post up. Out apologies for the not-so-daily posts. The place we were staying didn’t have wireless access and required us to buy an ethernet cable…right. So we’re going to add the posts from the past few days over the umm next few days ha. Needless to say we are returning triumphant and it was certainly a blog worthy weekend. Well onward to the second day!

***DAY 2***

6:00am: Wake up

6:09am: Actually wake up

6:30-7:35am: Shower, dust off dress clothes, realize we have no umbrella to combat the rain. We’re fucked

7:45am: Drive to conference building, park, walk through rain. Soaked. Looking like conference rookies as we’re the first people to check in. Helper girls laugh at us -on the inside.

8:00am: Come back to the room officially checked in. Change clothes for the epic search for the Newark Airport and our colleague Meredith. Leave the dress clothes out to dry.

8:32-8:56am: Stop at truck stop on the way to the airport in a vain attempt to find umbrellas, an ATM, food, coffee, and any reason why New Jersey should be a part of the union. Settle for McDonalds food instead. The breakfast of champions.

9:26am: Wine freaking out and swearing at Jersey traffic while Whiskey wonders what serves as distinctly Jersey food, “Something like a cannoli I bet. I hope they serve cannolis at snack time. I’m going to tear their ass up if they do.”

9:35am: The nickname “Garden State” deemed misleading. Also marks the beginning of blaming all misfortune on the state of New Jersey.

9:41am: Arrive at Newark Airport somehow.

10:21am: Waiting on Meredith to arrive, Wine is anxious. Whiskey offers Wine a hug.

10:22am: Whiskey compares Jersey/Newark airport to Man vs. Wild. In a moment of smug wisdom, Whiskey tells Wine to stay content with mediocre situations to avoid potentially worse outcomes. Wine scoffs.

10:25am: Whiskey abandons previous passive stance as we realize Meredith may have given us her arrival time based on CST. Wine attempts to hide himself in the car from the gathering Jersey Devils as Whiskey dives into the belly of the beast to successful extract Meredith and her belongings.

10:47am: Successful retrieval. Begin another odyssey back to Montclair.

11:24am: Wine sings bass note. Meredith, “Wow that’s low.” Whiskey, “That’s how I feel.”

12:00pm: Begin freaking out and partial blackout due to presentation stress.

4:00pm: Presentation done. People applauded, we were lauded, and our neck ties were loosened.

4:15pm: Free coffee and cookies are consumed in post-presentation jubilee! At this time, the conference OFFICIALLY begins. Wait, what the…?

8:00 pm: head over to local watering hole, “Treirwey’s Tavern.” Cash only. Whiskey has Guiness followed by Hendricks and tonic. Wine opts for Yuengling and then, ironically, a whiskey and coke. Shit’s going down…

9:19 pm: Realize bar we are in has a video game dedicated to cornhole! No shit! Even stranger, the name of the game is borrowed from the Chicago/Milwaukee variation of the name: “Bags.” Ewww…

9:46 pm: Whiskey: “Well would you look at those balls!”

10:05 pm: Meredith is mildly-moderately intoxicated. She thinks that calling our professor looking for alcohol is a good idea. He did not answer her call. Thankfully.

10:07 pm: Whiskey learns that Wine’s mother reads this blog. Whiskey slaps his forehead.

10:08 pm: After leaving the bar, we go to a grocery store in search of beer or liquor to take back to the room. Grocery stores in Jersey do not carry alcohol, we learn. Liquor stores in Jersey close at 10pm. Begin to ponder if we, as a collective group, have run out of luck.

10:16 pm: We stop at a Quick Chek store to inquire about alcohol. Whiskey, clearly frustrated, makes the most of the situation, by quietly singing “Quick Chek Girl” by Jersey’s The Bouncing Souls. No booze, no dice.

10:18 pm: Go next door, back to Treirwey’s Tavern. We purchase a 6-pack of Bud Light off the bartender for $7.

10:30 pm: exhausted from the day and the epic search for alcohol, we return to out room and quietly sip the beer until bedtime.

-Whiskey and Wine

“I’ve never felt so strange, standing in the Jersey rain”

Folks,

Whiskey and I are sitting in Hamburg, PA at a Pizza Hut where we finally found a place that understands the term WiFi. We’ve been taking notes so far about the road trip and here’s the first mass update:

***DAY 1***

5:20am: “Woke up”

5:29am: Actually woke up

6:12am: Wine breaks the air mattress. We abandon it.

6:30am: After a quick photo shoot, we depart Hilliard in search of coffee

6:32am: Start the trip by playing Stuck Between Stations by the incomparable Hold Steady. Begin to argue whether or not bass drum comes in on the off-beat or not. Also, try to determine whether or not it was intentional. We agree to disagree.

6:51am: Stopped by Wine’s work, Stauf’s, and “Clovered” two cups of Kenya Lenana Vienna Roast. Wine is far too happy about this experience and kind of freaked out his fellow co-workers who were still attempting to be human. The cup held a medium body and acidity with slight citrus and wine notes. The slightly darker roast compliments the natural flavors with a slight smokey flavor. Rating: 8/10

7:10am: Craig Finn sings “2 cups of coffee, 10 packs of sugar…” Whiskey and I silently nod and toast our drinks in unison.

8:13am: Whiskey in front seat covered in a pink blanket. He doesn’t give a fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

8:55am: Enter West Virginia. Wine contemplates how it is either wild or wonderful. Whiskey sleeps.

9:00am: Wine is excited by the 70mph speed limit but humbled by the limitations of the modern 4 cylinder engine on a steep incline.

9:07am: Enter Pennsylvania.

9:10-9:40am: Wine is stricken with terror by the seemingly impossible amount of water flying off all of the semi trucks on this tiny tiny highway. Whiskey continues to sleep.

10:11am: We begin to lose the faith and wonder if the idea of a “live blog” is worth it.

10:12am: Reaffirmed commitment to “live blog” due to serendipitous text from little Sarah stating her excitement for such a venture.

10:26am: Whiskey and Wine both begin sampling various flavors of vegan “beef” jerky. Tried Hickory Smoked flavor. There was an obvious sweetness that gave way to a strong garlic undertone. Very peppery, there was a lingering spice that remained long after the jerky was consumed. Wine: “This is very slim-jim-esque.” Whiskey: “Snap into vegan jerky…..oohhhhh yeahhhhhh.” Rating: 8.5/10.

10:36am: Pulled into a truck stop. Refueled both gasoline and caffeine.

10:57am: We were both “blown away” by Pennsylvania…literally.

11:02am: Whiskey emphatically exclaims, with much gusto, “Suck it monkeys, I’m going corporate!”

11:37am: Whiskey finishes J.D. Salinger’s “Franny and Zooey.” Shortly after, begins reading “Snuff” by Chuck Palahniuk.

11:48am: Sampled the Mesquite-Lime vegan jerky flavor. VERY “citrusey,” obvious lime notes. Mild spice. Underlying taste of peanuts gives it an almost Thai flavor. A tad salty, Wine’s sensitive tongue was dried out. Good, but not great. An acquired taste. 6.5-7/10.

1.34pm: NEVER visit Frystown, PA.

1:35 pm: According to the Menonite Church, we WILL meet God.

1:52 pm: Stopping in Hamburg, PA. Lunch at a Pizza Hut, literally 2 minutes before the all-you-can-eat lunch buffet for $5.99 ends. We lucked out. Other dining options at this exit: Long John Silvers, Taco Bell, McDonalds, Wendys, Burger King, a gas station, a jewelry store, and massive hunting/outdoors superstore. We are literally in the middle of the mountains.

3:02pm: Depart Pizza Hut and change drivers. Wine copies Whiskey’s comfy setup and is confused over use of 3/8’s in quantifying the distance to an exit as opposed to more even fractions.

3:03pm: Second argument ensues. The topic: whose penmanship is the most underdeveloped. The fight ends in a draw.

3:05pm: A billboard begs the question, “Where is the birth certificate?”. We are left speechless for once.

3:09pm: Wine abandons comfy sleeper setup in favor of a more contorted position for his gangly legs.

3:39pm: We learn outside of Allentown that one’s shoes aren’t to be worn on their feet but rather tied by their laces to their camper door going 70 mph.

3:49pm: “They don’t fuck around in Jersey.” -whiskey

4:05pm: Very nervous about our first full service gas station experience. Search frantically in Wine’s iPod for Bruce Springsteen. Must assimilate to local culture.

4:08pm: Whiskey yells “Jersey is scary” after almost killing us twice. Whiskey whines to wine about needing whiskey to wind down.

4:15pm: Final vegan jerky sampling. Texas BBQ: Texturally more fibrous than the others. Strong vinegar aroma amid wafting. Heavy maple syrup and honey notes. Not spicy and more subtle, un-Texas like, flavors. A slight reminiscence of ribs. Rating 7.5/10

4:30pm: Wine notices a hospital named after him. Descends into a delusional state for awhile.

5:37pm: Our suite-mate, the “token community psych professor” from UNC is tuning a guitar. Strange.

6:50pm: Became extremely lost after horrible directions from campus staff. Wine decides to go with it and rambles into the equivalent of Heaven for a yuppie. Upon noticing an Urban Outfitters, Wine says, “Daddy’s home”

7:23pm: At dinner at Leone’s, a tiny Italian pizza/pasta place in said yuppie mecca. Had pictures of Bobby Flay and Wolfgang Puck on the wall so it must be good right? It smelled of rich cherry wood and the pizza was surprisingly fresh.

9:39pm: Escape to Barnes and Noble to use the internet since apparently having WiFi is not possible on this campus. Wine becomes far too excited about the “running of the bulls” style of traffic we have to duck in and out of.

9:50pm: After Whiskey orders some Orange tea from said B&N cafe, he is told they serve no such thing. Whiskey then finds the cans of orange tea right by said nay-sayer’s left hand. He instead orders green tea.

9:56pm: Whiskey tells Wine that “hindsight is 20/20, bitch.”

10:37pm: We call it a day, put the jokes aside, and prepare to further our careers tomorrow afternoon…no pressure or anything.

Needless to say we’ve been laughing all day about this and since we think its a great success you will all probably be subjected to more of these, certainly over the next few days.

‘Til next time,

Whiskey and Wine

We’re Still Around!

Folks,

Wine here. It has been awhile since either Whiskey or I have posted and just wanted to say we’ve been working hard. On what you might ask? Well about this time last year I ran an idea past Whiskey for a paper we could potentially get published. Now let me step back and admit that I come up with some rather grandiose plans and the fact that this has come to fruition is kind of amazing. After we went back and forth on the subject we ran it past our two favorite psych professors from Miami. Oddly enough one of them became unexpectedly excited and had even thought of a conference where we could try and present something. Basically we’ve been trading ideas over countless conference calls and what was once an idea I came up with while bored at work has now snowballed into a multi-paper symposium discussing how best to teach Community Psychology that we get to present next week at this year’s Biennial Meeting of the Society for Community Research and Action…

Needless to say our noses are pressed firmly to the grindstone, as evidenced by me being up before even the birds start to chirp this morning. This also means a road trip out good ole’ Jersey for Whiskey and I which of course guarantees far too many pictures detailing the kind of journey only we could have. There will be a whole bunch of the Hold Steady, vegetarian jerky, and plenty of tales of hopeful triumph. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get back to this Powerpoint before that damn nest of Morning Doves outside my window wakes up.

-Wine