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Today I am going to write about one of the best road trips I have ever taken in my life.  A trip that is the perfect example of when the actual trip was more fun than the destination.  This trip was to go see Lollapalooza in Raleigh, NC back in 1994 with a group of awesome friends.  We were all really excited to go to this concert, there were a lot of bands playing that we all loved and who doesn’t love a good road trip with friends.  The lineup for the concert was as follows:

Main Stage: The Smashing Pumpkins, Beastie Boys, George Clinton & the P-Funk All Stars, The Breeders, A Tribe Called Quest, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, L7, Green Day

Side Stage: The Flaming Lips, The Verve, The Boo Radleys, Guided by Voices, Lambchop, Girls Against Boys, Rollerskate Skinny, Palace Songs, Stereolab, Fu-Schnickens, The Pharcyde, Shudder to Think, Luscious Jackson, God Lives Underwater, King Kong, Charlie Hunter Trio, Shonen Knife, Blast Off Country Style, Souls of Mischief, Cypress Hill, The Black Crowes

There were a bunch of us going, so we took several cars, booked a couple hotel rooms for after the concert to share and were ready to set off on our adventure to the Walnut Creek Amphitheater.  In order to fit more people into less cars, I talked my mom into letting me drive her Suburban, which easily fit like eight of us with no problems.  Two other cars full of people followed us.  The trip down was nothing spectacular.. I mean, we had fun, laughing and doing other stuff, but that was not the leg of the trip that made this particular trip so memorable.  The actual concert was SO GOOD.  I remember it being 200 degrees hotter than hell that day, but we had a blast despite the heat.  When the sun went down and we saw The Beastie Boys and The Smashing Pumpkins - I remember us all talking and saying “this will be one of the greatest concerts we ever see in our entire lives” and it was, to this day, it was.  We stayed to the very end of the concert, found our cars, located our hotel, took turns in the showers of our rooms washing all the sweat off and drank until we all passed out.

The next morning, we woke up and found a Denny’s to go eat breakfast at before leaving for the almost four hour trip back to Virginia Beach.  Now… once we were on the road, I cannot for the life of me remember what started the fight between two of the cars… but I do know that it was a fight that none of us will ever forget.  We STILL laugh about this story whenever we all get together.  Because we were broke ass 18 and 19 year olds, we had packed a cooler full of shit to keep in the Suburban.  T.R. and his girlfriend Lee-Anne (now his wife) were in charge of cooler duty.  Lee-Anne was a total hippy, so she seriously filled the cooler with granola bars and freaking wheat bread, which in itself made us laugh our asses off!  She packed bread… and nothing to put on the bread and granola bars.  WTF were we going to do with that shit?  By the end of the trip, of course all the ice in the cooler had completely melted and we were left with a cooler, filled with water, a loaf of soaked wheat bread and some soaked-ass granola bars.  My friends Seth and Kathryn were in the car behind us, his ultra-sweet Nissan Sentra (Seth, Kathryn and I were the three founding members of the Nissan Sentra Club - since we all drove the exact same car in three different colors).  I don’t know if Seth wouldn’t get off my ass or what… but at some point we decided to start making grenades out of the soaked stuff in the cooler, rolling down the huge back window in the Suburban and pelting them at Seth’s windshield on the highway.  Because we had the back window, we could get a direct hit every time, causing shit to go all over the windshield and make him swerve all over the road.  We were DYING laughing.  It did not take Seth and Kathryn long to wise up, start digging through their cooler and try to pass us on the road and pelt our car with food.

This went on for OVER an hour until we ran out of shit to throw at each other.  That is when our car decided to call a “truce” and act like we needed gas.  We pulled into a gas station/convenience store and got some gas, while T.R. and a few others went in and stocked up on the TWO things, that we discussed would win this war for us.  Eggs and Potted Meat.

We did the best we could hiding our arsenal and getting back into the car before continuing our journey home.  We all felt confident that our plan was going to be the better plan… and honestly we were laughing like complete f*cking idiots.  I mean who does this shit on a highway?  They had also gone in the store, and we could only imagine what they had decided to buy… there was this eery silence between the cars.  Everyone knew this was not a truce and gas stop, it was a “re-up” stop for more ammo.  Everyone was back in their cars and we were back on the road.  We got a few miles down the road, when Seth tried to speed in front of me on the highway, cut me off and throw what they had purchased onto my windshield.  What was it that hit my windshield?

A freaking Hostess Fruit Pie.  THAT is what they decided to buy to continue our on-road, vehicular food fight.  That is when we unleashed an attack on them that should have gone down in the history books alongside The Battle of Gettysburg!  We sped in front of them and with much thought and planning, took out the two dozen eggs we bought and specifically started aiming for the front grill of Seth’s car and the cracks around the hood… each hit oozing egg down into the engine of the car and getting into the vent system.  Because of the extreme heat, the eggs spoiled and fried immediately, sending the most foul “egg-fart” smell through Seth’s car.  We had taken out their air conditioning with the smell and they were forced to ride with their windows down for the remainder of the trip home, or be forced to smell the eggs, have cool air and then vomit because of the smell.  Next up… the potted meat.  We scooped this out of the cans, and aimed for the windshield.  When this stuff hit, it just splatted and spread.  When Seth tried hitting the windshield wipers to clear his line of sight… the windshield wipers smeared a layer of disgusting. meaty grease across the windshield.  We had TWELVE of these pots that we unleashed on his windshield.  Seth and Kathryn were DONE.  We had won and it was such an amazing victory, considering that we had seriously almost wrecked like 30 times as we hit speeds of over 100mph and kept repeatedly trying to pass each other and cut each other off to “get the next hit” in.

Seth had to drive the last hour of the trip with windows open, a car WREAKING of rotten eggs and with his head out the window so he could even see the road because his windshield was WRECKED.  His car was covered in wet granola (think oatmeal) and bread, fried egg and potted meat.  My car was covered in leftover sandwiches and stuff from their cooler and looked like it had been hit with a fruit pie machine gun.  I can only imagine what other cars driving near us were thinking.  When we got off the highway in Virginia Beach, we headed straight for a car wash, where Seth and I both pulled in and we all got out laughing our asses off and seriously telling each other stuff like “good battle” and shaking hands.  It took almost two hours for all of us to scrub both cars clean - but it was TOTALLY worth it.  It went down in history as being one of the all-time best road trips in all of our lives.  Epic even.

Yesterday was Sunday… which meant it was typical Sunday stuff on the agenda - going to my parent’s house and watching football with the family and having Sunday night dinner together.  My sister is up from Florida, which makes Sundays even more enjoyable for the time being.  It was great conversation day yesterday between my sister and dad:

DAD: Why do all these guys have so much hair coming out the back, it should be an NFL rule to cut it off.

KELLY: Why does it matter?

DAD: It’s a bad influence on the children.

KELLY: What?  How is that?  Are they going to do drugs now as a result of NFL players having long hair?

DAD: It doesn’t fit in the helmet right.

KELLY: Again, how is that negatively influencing our youth?

DAD: Look Kelly, you act like I’ve never worn a helmet, if it doesn’t fit right…YOU DIE!  And if you have facial hair your breathing mask won’t seal right!

KELLY: Dad you were a pilot in the Navy, these guys are playing football and don’t have breath valves.

DAD: It’s just unprofessional!

KELLY: But some of these guys are religious, or it’s part of their culture.

DAD: Than they need to go back to their country and study religion.

(Kelly leaves the room and conversation is abruptly ended.)

Ahhhh… it’s times like these that I love my family!  :tear:

Made from over 8,000 photos on my Flickr account - very cool to see a my life flash before my eyes.

...or “Misty’s Specialty!”  Nadine jokes me CONSTANTLY about not having a filter on my mouth.  CONSTANTLY.  In fact, several months ago, it dawned on me that all of a sudden I was not friends with her daughter on facebook anymore… when I mentioned it to her casually in conversation, she responded with “oh yeah, I kicked you off because you have no filter on your mouth.” - SERIOUSLY?  I WAS SHOCKED (not really) and then started laughing my ass off.  She is right - I have no filter when it comes to half the shit that comes out of the hole in my face and quite honestly, I can take any conversation and immediately take it in a whole new direction in 2.5 seconds flat - I swear to god if there was a job for that, I would be RICH - RICH I TELL YA!  I sent Big Kev a news link earlier this morning about free land available to people, which he posted on Facebook.  It was nothing bad, completely innocent.

A small conversation started in the comments… again the conversation was innocent and was discussing the topic on hand.

ENTER MISTY STAGE LEFT:

My apologies to Kevin for ruining his comment thread, I can’t help myself sometimes and by sometimes, I mean EVER.

UPDATE:
Big Kev finally chimed in…