Wee-wa's, Milwaukee's Best and Peeing in random N.Y. towns

We were supposed to pull out and be on the road to Rutland, Vt. by 9 a.m. We didn't leave until 9:45.

Five people crammed into the room mate's Saturn Vue, the room mate at the wheel, me in shotgun then the soon to be room mate, Dustin and Beth in the backseat. Everyone was jazzed to be on the road and the happy buzz eminating from car #2 of the caravan was evidence. We were all still awake and cruising along for the first two hours of the trip.

Then we made our first pit stop. Somewhere around Pittston, now that I think about it.

After we all piled back into the car the other three fell asleep like nobody's business, leaving it up to me to keep the room mate awake. He had worked at the tv station that morning and was working on only a few hours of sleep. Thank god for coffee and the fact that I had consumed a bottle of Dr. Pepper at the rest stop.

The next phase was relatively quiet. We zipped along 81 into New York and hopped onto 88 (I think). The backseat sleepers didn't start stiring until our next stop for some lunch. That was when we realized how draconian the liquer laws are in Pennsyltucky and took full advantage of the fact that they sell the stuff in Convenience Stores not State run liquer stores, convenience stores. I need to move out of this state.

The soon to be room mate picked up a case of Milwaukee's Best while Beth and I grabbed slushies to mix with the Tangueray she had stashed in her bag. Once we were on the road again all bets were off as the soon to be room mate declared it was time to get crackin on the scavenger hunt he had made up for the trip. Not to get into too much detail but some of the requirements involved peeing in a public place (more on that later, worth 75 pts), faking an orgasm in public (100 pts) and getting a bruise (10 pts per bruise). He decided to go for the 6 beers in 20 minutes (50 pts).

Crazy people in my car. Crazy. Beth and I were happy to sip our slushy Tangueray's and watch the boys (not the room mate, he's way more responsible than that) get trashed. And I mean trashed. So trashed that Dustin attempted to pee in a cup. In the car. Yeah. Sometimes there are things you just don't need to know about your co-workers and what their wee-wa looks like is one of them.

Because of all of the alcohol he consumed, the soon to be room mate need a pit stop, but we were getting close to our destination by this point, almost at the NY/VT border. No one wanted to stop. We wanted to get the hell to the hotel and out of the damn car.

So he peed at a red light in some small town, the name of which escapes me. Count that as wee-wa #2 I saw and we weren't even at our final destination.

A very intriguing start to the trip, no?