Former Roommate C is gettin’ hitched at the end of the month. The boys and I have decided to drive because once you add up the hours it takes to get to the airport, fly to Cincinnati, rent a car and drive to wherever it is we’re going in Kentucky, it doesn’t take that much longer to go by car.
Being that women can’t drive, nor navigate*– I’ll get to spend the 8 hours in the back seat watching movies and reading books, so what do I care? And as Roommate B added, “demanding we pull over every half hour so you can pee because that’s what women do.” I plan to keep myself actively dehydrated to refute that claim.
Roommate A is in the wedding and therefore has related duties. Roommate B and I, however, have nothing to do that weekend but drink bourbon and try to show up the wedding ceremony on time. Which roughly means we have lots of unscheduled hours to get ourselves into trouble.
Roommate B has been scouting potential activities for us on Friday night and during the day Saturday. There is a race track and some distilleries and maybe a pool. Meh. After some more in-depth research yesterday afternoon, I got the following g-chat: We’re next to a college!!!! I’m researching sorority functions that weekend.
At first I thought– this could be bad. Real bad. And then I got a little bit excited. I’ve never been to a sorority function! Damn liberal arts school in a large urban part of the Midwest. What’s my major going to be?! Roommate B has decided on anatomy. I’m going for a MRS.
BOOM! Bring on the south!
*Or mow lawns, which I’m totally in favor of given that I was the sole lawn mower for the household the second I was strong enough to get the lawn mower up and down the hill in the front yard without tipping over.