GWSRT: Great Western Schizz Road Trip

• Bender, while explaining to Vinnie why “Sgt. Peppers” isn’t the most listenable Beatles album (“There’s all that boring Indian shit on there”) suddenly realizes who he’s talking to.
• Vanderkleutz: the term coined for a threesome with Michelle and Andrew
• The hoes in Tahoe
• Zinch my balls
• A great, but poorly serviced, meal at a BBQ joint in Tahoe
• Getting up early and wandering around Canistota, SD
• Get me a diet pepsi, beeotch!
• Uncle Dietz, the kind & nerdy hotel proprietor
• Vinnie snapping a pic of a bison turd
• Circling round and round the block in Salt Lake City trying to find somewhere to eat, then having the best Mexican meal ever
• The awkward moment every night when we tried to decide on our hotel options
• Stopping to take a leak in a stunningly beautiful and fragrant field of mountain wildflowers, behind a roadsign with bullet marks on it
• Debating the greatness of the Rolling Stones versus Led Zeppelin (clearly the Stones)
• Barely making it back up the 400 stairs from the base of Upper Yellowstone falls
• Sampling everybody’s iPods (thank goodness for hearing only one Genesis/Phil Collins song)
• Firehouse Angie
• “Bubba’s…a great place to get some Carolina barbecue, if you’re into that sort of thing. Bubba’s.”

Keepin’ our waters desert-temperature somewhere in western Wyoming.

We saw some hot women at Wall Drug and decided to hit on them.

OK, so they may have been made of ceramic, but that didn’t stop us. We figured this was a great chance to get some practice in without fear of rejection.

“What are you doing after dusk?”

“Nice … cards.”

 
“Can get a little o’ that?”

“I’m just throwing it out there.”