Good friends, good music, ...good deer?

Oh. My. Gosh. Milwaukee trip was a hit! Let us start the blog with a picture to invoke questions for many.

I hope you're thinking, "What the hell?" Much like I would be after seeing this lovely photograph. Let's start the story on

Thursday, November 20

Jess and I left Fargo, Minneapolis bound for the beginning of our Jason Mraz Milwaukee adventure. Two and a half hours later, we're jamming to The Fray talking about girly things, you know, the usual. All of a sudden BAM! We hit a deer. Not even hard enough to jolt us. I was speechless, and Jess being Jess was spewing profanities (haha okay, maybe just one). We pull over and proceed to check out the damage. Do I need to describe? [You can see for yourself above] We turn around and head for the nearest gas station to check for leaks and (hopefully) come across a man who looks like he knows SOMETHING, ANYTHING about cars. I look down towards the ground, and sure enough, she's leaking. Damn. Confused minutes, or hours, go by until we finally conclude that the radiator is cracked. There is no way in hell we're making it to Minneapolis tonight, let alone leaving the dinky town of Avon, Minnesota. *PAUSE IN THE STORY* Lady at the gas station calls husband to come check out the car. Apparently he's an ex-mechanic. He pulls up, takes a swig of his beer (yeah, I said SWIG OF HIS BEER. AS HE PULLED UP. IN A VEHICLE. THAT HE WAS DRIVING.) *BACK TO STORY* So we had no choice but to get a hotel. That was easy. There was only one hotel in the whole damn town.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Budget Host Inn. How creepy it was is a whole other story in itself. So, the lady at the convenience store gives us a number for the auto repair shop, and lets us know it won't be open until morning (8 a.m. that is). Remember, we needed to be in Milwaukee at the Eagles/Rave club by 7:30 p.m. So if you do the math, that means we needed to leave Avon by --AT THE LATEST-- 12:00 p.m. Not to mention stop in Minneapolis to pick of Laur. EEK! At this point in time, imagine Jess and I pacing room 110 of our 60 degree hotel room, trying to come up with any possible way to get outta that town and make it to to concert. Anything from Greyhound buses to Nick and Seth driving two cars to Avon to get us so we could be on our way. We were NOT going to miss the concert. We would wear the clothes on our backs. Teeth coated in fuzz, armpits stinky as ever, it didn't matter. After realizing there was nothing more we could do that night, we went to bed. Planning on getting up at 6:30 a.m. to call the repair shop and hopefully get in as soon as we could.

Friday, November 21

HALLELUJAH! They could get us in at exactly 8 a.m. Three hours, $640, new radiator, new fans, new headlight, two new Canadian Arab friends, and a whole new love of deer later, we were on the road again FINALLY. And it was 11:20 a.m.


(This is me 'killing' a deer while waiting at Avon Auto Repair; our newly made Arab friend in the background - I think his name was Jason.)

On with the story. We refused to stop to pee, eat, stretch our legs. NOTHING. After a near miss with a Mercedes, a sign, and almost having to call to get her a hair transplant, Jess got us to Laura's apartment where we pretty stopped, threw her stuff in, and got back on the interstate. A lot of driving later, we were in Milwaukee. Stuck in minor traffic. I had to pee. Real bad. We had about an hour and a half to get to the concert. We found our hotel easy enough; until they said it was the wrong hotel. Guhh. We went across the street, where they proceeded to tell us that they had overbooked. They sent us back over to the original hotel. Kill me. It was 6:20 p.m. Room 209. Opened the door and AHHHHHH, can't describe the emotions that come with the sight of a king-sized bed with down comforter, pull-out couch, flat screen TV, closet containing ROBES (yes, robes), 2 sinks, classy & fancy bathroom, and a SIX DOLLAR bottle of water (see facebook photos for evidence that I indeed did open, drink, and enjoy it). We were in heaven. After a few screams and jumps on the bed it was time to book it to the Rave. WE MADE IT! WE ACTUALLY MADE IT! All the stress, near tears, money, and hell we had been through was worth it. We were going to see Jason Mraz with not a second to spare. Aside from me almost having another Lollapalooza episode, it was an amazing time - amazing show! I was on cloud 9. Jess may or may not have had to go to the bathroom to 'clean herself up' (haha dirty, dirty girl). The rest of Friday night consisted of McDonalds (crappy speaker, poor service, one missing large fry, and the best meal ever), strange pictures, ONE alcoholic beverage, and the best night's sleep I've had in awhile (actually, I think it was the best night's sleep any of us had had in awhile).

Saturday, November 22
Wake up. Blah Blah Blah. We got Starbucks!!! Yay! I was a happy girl again. :) We went down to the shore of Lake Michigan (Jess took pictures of pigeons on the way there. Yeah, I know, right?), walked around and took pictures (and froze our tushies off). From there it was back to Minneapolis. Milwaukee treated us girls real well & I think I can speak for all of us when I say the trip was well needed & couldn't have been enjoyed ANY more (well.... subtract the mishap in Avon and we'll call that completely true). We arrived at Laura's apartment safely, without hitting any more deer & decided to go see Twilight. I rode a bus! And decided I never want to ride that thing alone : I had the laugh of my life at the movie (spoiler alert!) Wow, I didn't think movies could PURPOSELY be that horribly cheesy. Midnight-ish rolls around and we're on the bus again rollin' and hatin' back to Laur's apartment. We had the pleasure of chatting with a lady who claimed Jess and I looked like some guys she knows, and that she thinks a certain building looks like root beer barrels, "You know, the ones they sell at movie theaters. They're all yellow, orange and brown?" Yeah, okay lady.

Sunday, November 23
No more interesting events. Just more driving. Saying goodbye to our road trip and hello to three more days of school before Thanksgiving break. :) :) :)

..I guess now I can start my countdown for The Fray concert & yet another road trip. Hopefully our deer warned all the others.