About two years ago, I went up to Virginia to attend an annual weekend party with friends. The first few times I went to this event I drove up, but I soon realized that an easy 6 hour drive up was a lousy 9 hour drive back when I factored in a weekend of fun and the need for more rest stop naps.
Now I’ve got my routine down. Fly in. Rent the car. Check in. Buy things I need for the party. Wait for my partners in crime. Begin.
A new wrinkle
This year, I added the step of talking to an axe murderer. Why not? I had the time. Read the rest of this entry »