New York, Part One
Our New York/Atlantic City trip was a blast. But, of course, with a huge road trip like the such, comes crazy happenings. I'm gonna start writing about the first part of our trip and I'll stop when I get tired... next time I've got free time, I'll continue. Deal? Bon.
Day 1&2 - The Driving Begins
Desitnation: Atlantic City. Departure time: 9pm Thursday night ETA: ~2pm Friday afternoon
The first hour or so of driving is fine, then we hit St. John where it decides to rain.... We make our first sketchy pit stop of the trip at Digger's Lounge - a sketchy local bar in some nowhere town outside of St. John, where the two locals hang out... and stare us pretty ladies down as we walk in.
Our drive continues, and the pouring rain doesn't end. Into Maine, Tiff is not feeling so hot... she pukes, I plug my ears, freak out a lil, ya know. We continue driving, Tiff is still not feeling hot, so we pull over and she pukes again, I freak, etc. We decide we should stop moving for a bit, and take a nap... it's 3am.... we pull over in an empty mall parking lot and go to sleep.......... An hour and a half later, Tiff pops up, good as new and we continue on our venture (it's still raining - hasn't stopped yet).
We make our first of many stops at Burger King, for an early morning (5am) breakfast and coffee. There are more BKs in the States than McDonald's! Also, we note that everything in the states is super-sized.
Driving continues, still raining, thus it's taking a lot longer for us to get where we wanna go. We take a couple wrong turns, but Heidi knows what's she's doing (map guru), so we don't get lost... until we meet... Little Britain........ cue horror music *DAH DAH DUNNHHH* We're needing gas, so we decide to take the next exit, which is for Little Britain... *DAH DAH DUNNHHH* We take the exit, which brings us to the end of a road with a sign that says Gas and an arrow points left. We turn left and come into this subdivision area thing full of what seem to be apartment buildings. No gas in sight. Then we notice, not only are we surrounded by apartment buildings - they're all, and I mean ALL boarded up. At first, this is confusing and weird, but as time passes and we are seeing nothing but boarded up buildings, we begin to get scared. Our freaks were freaked, as Ellen Degeneres might say. We're actually panicking a bit. We finally come out of this weird ghetto and we come to a small little strip mall. We go into a nail salon (which wreaks of chemicals and nobody is white) and ask for directions. We follow their directions to no avail. Gas is getting lower and lower. We conclude that we're in a town full of zombies who want us to run dry so they can find us and eat us. Also, all the houses have religious statues Virgin Marys, Jesuses, etc.) in the yard, and in the middle of town is a large, what can only be described as 'pointy' church. FINALLY we spot a gas station! We get closer and it's lookin sketchy and the price is high compared to others in Conneticut, but we have no choice. We pull in and this little old man with a broken umbrella (yup, still raining) comes out and we ask him to put $10 in - everything is full serve in the states, kinda nice. On top of all this, Tiff and I have to pee - we go in to use the bathroom, which we shall call "Sketchy pit stop #2". After using the washroom we decide we have to ask about the sketchy, neverending ghetto. He tells us it was ruined by the immigrants.. he then goes on to tell us that he came there from Puerto Rico - Ha! He even showed us some pictures - he was a really cute old man. We finally made it out of Little Britain safely - freaks totally freaked.
.... to be continued................................
Day 1&2 - The Driving Begins
Desitnation: Atlantic City. Departure time: 9pm Thursday night ETA: ~2pm Friday afternoon
The first hour or so of driving is fine, then we hit St. John where it decides to rain.... We make our first sketchy pit stop of the trip at Digger's Lounge - a sketchy local bar in some nowhere town outside of St. John, where the two locals hang out... and stare us pretty ladies down as we walk in.
Our drive continues, and the pouring rain doesn't end. Into Maine, Tiff is not feeling so hot... she pukes, I plug my ears, freak out a lil, ya know. We continue driving, Tiff is still not feeling hot, so we pull over and she pukes again, I freak, etc. We decide we should stop moving for a bit, and take a nap... it's 3am.... we pull over in an empty mall parking lot and go to sleep.......... An hour and a half later, Tiff pops up, good as new and we continue on our venture (it's still raining - hasn't stopped yet).
We make our first of many stops at Burger King, for an early morning (5am) breakfast and coffee. There are more BKs in the States than McDonald's! Also, we note that everything in the states is super-sized.
Driving continues, still raining, thus it's taking a lot longer for us to get where we wanna go. We take a couple wrong turns, but Heidi knows what's she's doing (map guru), so we don't get lost... until we meet... Little Britain........ cue horror music *DAH DAH DUNNHHH* We're needing gas, so we decide to take the next exit, which is for Little Britain... *DAH DAH DUNNHHH* We take the exit, which brings us to the end of a road with a sign that says Gas and an arrow points left. We turn left and come into this subdivision area thing full of what seem to be apartment buildings. No gas in sight. Then we notice, not only are we surrounded by apartment buildings - they're all, and I mean ALL boarded up. At first, this is confusing and weird, but as time passes and we are seeing nothing but boarded up buildings, we begin to get scared. Our freaks were freaked, as Ellen Degeneres might say. We're actually panicking a bit. We finally come out of this weird ghetto and we come to a small little strip mall. We go into a nail salon (which wreaks of chemicals and nobody is white) and ask for directions. We follow their directions to no avail. Gas is getting lower and lower. We conclude that we're in a town full of zombies who want us to run dry so they can find us and eat us. Also, all the houses have religious statues Virgin Marys, Jesuses, etc.) in the yard, and in the middle of town is a large, what can only be described as 'pointy' church. FINALLY we spot a gas station! We get closer and it's lookin sketchy and the price is high compared to others in Conneticut, but we have no choice. We pull in and this little old man with a broken umbrella (yup, still raining) comes out and we ask him to put $10 in - everything is full serve in the states, kinda nice. On top of all this, Tiff and I have to pee - we go in to use the bathroom, which we shall call "Sketchy pit stop #2". After using the washroom we decide we have to ask about the sketchy, neverending ghetto. He tells us it was ruined by the immigrants.. he then goes on to tell us that he came there from Puerto Rico - Ha! He even showed us some pictures - he was a really cute old man. We finally made it out of Little Britain safely - freaks totally freaked.
.... to be continued................................
posted by Ames at
Saturday, June 10, 2006
1 Comments:
having heard these stories before since amy actually wrote them down in NYC for telling in chronologocal order purposes, all I have to say is...immigrants ruin the economy
PSYCH! ahahahahahah
love britt
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