Spotted another Myers-Briggs license plate: ESFJ
My milkshake cup references that god did good, so let’s be glad. Rob’s Cheerwine cup is about fearing god. I think I got the better drink.
While trying to get a piece of carrot of my teeth, I looked out the window and got a “Hey, sexy” nod from a guy in a tan car.
Also, we’re pretty sure Rob’s beverage was just a re-labeled five hour energy. Closer inspection revealed that it was not recommended for pregnant women. HOW WILL THEY GET BONERS?
“I don’t know what is going to happen.” — Rob, 9:25 a.m. on a Sunday after drinking an Extenze male-enhancement beverage.
The Hampton Inn’s shower soap smells like it was smoked. Like in a meat smoker.
Rob: “I hate happy old people. It sends a cringe down my spine.”
Meg: “Because you’re young and unhappy; what right do they have?”
Yes.
Special Guest Post: Rob (First Leg / First Mate)
Hi. I’m Rob.
I am intoxicated and on route to Atlanta with Meg of the sketch group Meg & Rob. Neither of us entirely believe in god, but we wouldn’t rule it out entirely.
The trip thus far has had ups an downs. Downs first. Meg’s rental truck place pulled some bullshit making us not leave until mid-afternoon. Which is fucked. I am a VERY prompt person. Anyone who knows me, knows I only show up late on rare occasions such as a necessity of extra sleep, trying to burn a mix cd to listen to on the ride to see you, or because I have no concept of time.
Middles next. Delaware and Maryland were fairly worthless in regards to having speaking points on the road. Meg could comment, “Hey those tree are there all in a line.” and I would say “That happens in Philly too.” That wasn’t said in the car, but it’s an example. Or a placebo. I can never tell the difference.
Good! Vergina. We talked a little on the drive, I saw the crazy toxic Phillip Morris Plant which I would sneak into if I wanted to cause another remake of La Jette, and we went through Richmond, which I was at exactly once before. I had brunch that morning. The morning I was there, not the morning currently. So yeah - don’t need to go into Richmond anytime soon. I am having free breakfast tomorrow at this fantastic suite Meg & I are sharing at the Hampton Inn.
Good luck in Philly everyone at Bedtime Stories everyone. Enjoy Summer Camp while it lasts. K.I.T.
Love,
Rob
P.S. - There’s a Hampton Inn in Bensalem. We truly live in a global village.
In our first five minutes of the drive out of Philadelphia, Rob and I decided that I should probably keep some manner of blog about driving across the country, if for no other reason than that my mom would enjoy it. She will also be with me for a large chunk of the trip, though, so this either negates the usefulness of this Tumblr or will create some sort of dimensional rift.
Anyway, here are some fun facts about Rob and me from yesterday:
- Rob really likes Civil War history. I never knew this. He would like to know someone else interested in visiting Civil War battlefields. Because if there’s one person I know who has the free time to go driving around to battlefields, it’s Rob.
- If given the option to write a comic-book movie, Rob would write a Punisher movie. I chose Shadowcat, just because of depth of knowledge on my part. Really, though, I’d like to do a film about some character with an awesome or little-known origin story (not just “Seriously? Another way someone got a dose of radiation in a different way that caused different powers?”) and/or is known only as part of a team (for example, although this is a bad one, an Invisible Woman movie where the rest of the Fantastic Four never show up). We would both like to see Marvels made into a movie, and we don’t understand why people like Deadpool so much, but would happily punch up someone else’s script. Because we would obviously be asked to do that.
- I like “The Locomotion” just because it was always the last song of the evening at Skatey Cat, the roller rink near me growing up. I only realized just now that this was probably a play on “Scaredy Cat.”
- Rob can never get sick of “Hooked on a Feeling.”
