Dave’s friends rented a house-type-thing up in Shanty Creek, Michigan this weekend so 12 of us are shacking up there for the weekend. I’m pretty excited to “ski” or whatever gliding down a Midwest hill is called and spend time with the group, but the logistics of this whole weekend are going to be somewhat tricky. First off, this place is 5 or 6 hours away. That’s not a quick little weekend road trip, that’s the 2nd longest car ride I will have ever been on. It also translates to a full half day in the car with Dave, listening to him sing aloud to T-pain on the radio. I’m armed with a stack of old Red Eye crosswords for the trip up and back, but maybe I should swing by Brookstone for some noise-cancelling headphones or something. Very Michael and Dwight on the Office when they take the train up to Philly. The other things that scares me about this adventure up North are our accommodations. One never knows where you’ll end up when guys are left to their own devices. JT$, look forward to multiple Troop Beverly Hills quotes coming your way, most notably:
"There were no outlets. And there was dirt, and bugs, and... and it rains there. So anyway, we've found a place that's much more us, so if any of the other parents call you’ll tell them we’re at the Beverly Hills Hotel…thanks!”
And
“Get me another bottle of Evian!”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?!?”
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