I went home to Newport this weekend.
I always overpack..but with all the wrong, unecessary things.
The first time we got lost. We were like "how do you get to I-95" and
the gas station guy is like "just go to I-95", we're like "ok thanks."
McDonalds in Connecticut really do care.
Every store on the way to RI was sold out of 4 Loco, so
we had to get Joose. The liquor store guy is like "what are you
goin to the warped tour or something?"
This was really good steak and mashed potatoes at a Mexican
restaurant. But then I drank a lot, and puked it all up. Sorry.
I told you there are guidos in Rhode Island.
My dream car is for sale.
Lobster salad roll.