wedding road trip

The 17-Hour Drive

We totally suck.

You come here expecting your daily road report and instead find radio silence. Not cool.

To make up for it, we’re going to attempt the longest drive in the history of Wedding Road Trip. Yep. Seventeen hours of penance to pay for our inability to update every social networking site on an hourly basis.

Currently, we’re on the road somewhere between drive-thru BBQ in Austin and a fireworks hut in central Texas. By the end of this drive, we’ll be swimming and sunning in Tampa, Florida. Except that it will be two in the morning. So I guess it’s more likely that we’ll be passed out on a hotel bed instead.

During this drive, Chris and I will work hard to catch you up on the days that you’ve missed: champagne mini golf in Dallas, the almost-breakup in Irving, and the epic convo in Houston that almost sent Chris straight to the airport.  We’ve got all. Even animal porn. Not really.

For now, we’re on part one of six, as we’ve split the drive into three-hour segments. Chris smartly chose segment one, knowing that I’d be totally screwed once we got to segment six, which will fall roughly between eleven in the evening and two in the morning. It’s fine by me, because I know that I’m the real rock star when we pull into the parking lot at the end of the drive.

Catch you in a few.