Rubber Bandits

Today, we drove. And drove. And drove. The overnight drive from the Memphis area to right outside of Baltimore took longer than any of us expected.

We finally pulled up to the hotel around 7pm local time but not before various bus hijinks and bad movies went down. When I roused this morning, the atrocious King Arthur was just being placed in the DVD player. First of all, I'm not too big on mythology and other various tales and especially not when they are retold by a whole host of overactors reading from an immature script.

The second movie was the now legendary among the crew Mr. Woodcock. Fantastic. I hardly remember laughing that hard at any movie that has come out in the past three years. Then, disaster: a five car pile up that kept us at a snail's pace for an hour.

Have no fear though, loyal readers, we know how to keep ourselves entertained. In this case, we loaded up our rubberband guns and aimed at open windows in the stop and go traffic. Yours truly made it into two open sunroofs before the wreck was cleared and traffic thinned out.

Finally, I was tortured with the suckfest (no pun intended) that is Underworld. My mind screams for intelligent conversation. Hopefully I can find it at dinner this evening.