Today is the First Day of the Rest of Our Lives.
Posted on April 5, 2011
Today, at 8:30AM, I was informed that myself and 6 of my friends acquired tickets to Lollapalooza in Chicago, IL.
Thus begins an epic journey.
I am posting this because I believe that, in late August, when we finally return from this epic journey, I will be able to look back on this post and say “April 4th was the day that we set in motion events that led to [insert everything that is to follow here]. I am anxious, excited, and scared. But such is the nature of a voyage like this one.
Against the better judgement of our legal guardians, we have elected to drive there because driving is awesome. Plus, we’d wind up spending around the same for airfare anyways. So it evens out. Our trip will take us to three different stops, which we have decided based on their convenient locations and/or lack of a nightly fee to sleep there.
Leg one of the trip:
This will take us from Los Angeles, CA to Mojave Valley, AZ, where we will spend the first night at my parents’ river house. This is the shortest leg of the entire trip, at just under a 4-hour drive.
Immediately following the shortest leg comes the longest section of the drive. We will awaken and leave the river house at some ungodly hour of the morning and begin driving west across the south towards Jacob’s house in Tulsa, OK. At 18 hours, this is 8 hours longer than the next longest drive. Upon arriving, we will spend the night at Jacob’s house, sleep, eat, recuperate, etc.
After leaving Tulsa, the drive turns north and heads up for a ten hour drive to Rochester, MN where we will meet up with the mighty Hemann for a day and learn the ways of Minnesota. A night is spent here, and we arise for the final leg of the trip to Chicago:
[Insert Lollapalooza Here]
And then following quite possibly the most epic weekend of our lives, we must do it all over again. Chicago, IL, to Los Angeles, CA, where we finally return to our new apartment and begin our sophomore year in college.
We shall let you all know how it goes.
It’s like there’s 7 seats on a spaceship to awesome. And we have those seats.”
Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove… But the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly stupid that my ruins became a tourist attraction.