When I was accepted for a summer internship in LA, my mom
was kind enough and crazy enough to agree to drive across the country with me.
We laughed; we cried (really).
We left in one car
and arrived in another. (As seen in the reflection.)
We made friends with a firefighter (and secretly snapped a photo).
We spent five hours in Mason City, Iowa.
We played 20 questions quite unsuccessfully by mixing up East and West relative to the Mississippi. (Good thing we were relying on the GPS for the actual trip.)
We drove around Omaha.
We searched for Ogalalla.
We took pictures of our feet.
We celebrated in a complementary upgraded suite in Vegas after a 15 hour day of driving.
We gambled, rather, she gambled.
We ate vegan donuts.
We made friends at WB.
We had a much needed drink in LA.
Despite tow trucks, rampant rain, and little sleep we had a good time. And it wouldn't have been such a good time with anyone but you, Mom. Thank you.