So finally here it comes. This blog will be dedicated to the trip that Pierre, Megan, and I ventured on last Sunday, the 20th, and came back to NY on wednesday morning... like 7AM morning. So much has happened every day on this trip, that I will attempt to split up the blogs by day. This could either become a great story, or it can become an utter catastrophy. Here goes...

Day 1 - Sunday - Day of Departure
So the trip started off as PZ drove up to my house and gave the classic *beep* *beep*. Decided to come out and actually came inside for a brief moment meeting my parents once again. Then off we go, heading towards nowhere else but to Katonah, NY. Hitting some traffic on the cross bronx expressway, Pierre had a goal ever since the beginning of the trip, which was to NOT ask, look, or seek for directions, even if it means getting lost and driving around aimlessly for an hour and half. Not for even the slightest bit did I ever suspect that this would be the cause of what I would say one of the greatest and most ridiculously amazing and hilarious adventures I had ever embarked on.

So now we're closing in on Megan's territory, and I mean territory because it would be wrong and invalid to call it Megan's house. Rather it is her "land". You have to ask her how many acres it is rather than how many rooms you have. So anyway, me and pz in the car, and I'm testing Pz about the directions as he claims so confidently and nonchalantly that he knows exactly where it is, and he needs not such primitive assistance. So I ask him, "What's the name of that sign where we have to make that important left?".
"THORNBUSH!"... once again... "THORN BUSH!!!"
Meanwhile I'm looking at the mapquest directions, and I see right in front of me the words "Twin Knolls". It was a time for laughter, the very moment the words "thornbush" rolled off his full, juicy, suculent lips. It was great, and it added itself onto the list of inside jokes that we would bring up every once in a while during Boston. Where the hell do you get thorn bush? What is a thorn bush? Bush with thorns?

So we picked up Meggo from her beautiful land and we make our way up to Boston. Of course we had to stop for gas before actually heading out onto the highway considering pz's small yet oh so strong willed Honda Civic made it all the way from my house, exit 44 on the LIE, all the way to Megan's domain in Katonah, NY, in Thorn Bush, I mean Twin Knolls, meanwhile the car's gas meter was basically on empty the whole time. The little engine that could... It was amazing I tell you. But we thought the car deserved a lil bit of fuel. Let me just say that this station was the only bright light within miles, and when that's the case, you get swarms and swarms of bugs and flys and moths and everything else out there. Another one of the unforgettable and great events that occurred on this trip... As me and pz open the doors to get back into the car, a big moth of some sort decided to come on in with us along with a bunch of other smaller flying creatures. Me and pz flip out, start screaming like little kindergarden baby girls that forgot our barbie dolls at home, and scurry to get outta the car as fast as possible. The best thing bout this is not our high pitched girly helpless screaming, but Megan's in the back seat trapped inside the car while there are flying creatures inside that me and pz are tryin to get away from. I look at Meggo in the back, and she's just laughing histerically. I couldn't understand it. Creatures, inside, trapped, and she's having the best time of her life back there. I guess somewhere before all this happened, I went to the side to have cigarette while picking one flower from the garden. Fate has tooken place once again, as this flower ultimately became the only weapon that I could use to battle this mothy creature on pz's rearview mirror. I'm here tryin to fight the creature and knock it away with my fearsom flower, pz's standing on the other side helpless defenseless, and Meggo's in the back seat laughing histerically. I was in utter awe. What a way to start off the trip.

We stop by the next available McDonald's to grab some food before hittin the real road. Girlscouts or girl softball players, decide to laugh just as we enter through the door and look our way. "Okay" we say. We sit down, eating, and eventually a worthy conversation arises when pz starts talking about crabs or was it craps? Neither me nor meggo could tell. Then he asks if we ever went fishing for craps... Basically, have we ever gone Crap Fishing? Long story short, I've never heard such a ridiculously hilarious statement like that in a long time. I couldn't help myself, and then I just lost it along with the others, and we found ourselves working out those abs again laughing so hard where it hurts and breathing ceases to continue. One of those you had to be there and hear it kinda situations. CraP Fishing?!?! .... seriously........

OK... last paragraph and this is where I link the statement I said earlier about pz refusing any kinda of outside assistance for directions. Probably the greatest grand finale to such an eventful and fun day. We hit Massachusetts and are on some highway gettin to Martin's place. We pass over Tobin bridge without even knowing what bridge it was at the time, don't know if we're going the right way. "Woah, I think this is the Big Dig!" says PZ. We're lookin for Callahan Tunnel and Logan Airport. No directions from anybody. PZ thinks the blair witch is after us and screwing up all our directions because by now we crossed over a bridge, over another small bridge, are driving around in some neighborhood that looks like a scene from the movie Judgement Night, looking for street signs, but Boston doesn't believe in street signs, Revere Beach Blvd. or Ocean Ave. but how can we know with no street signs, are we even close to martin's place?, "we could be in a completely different area with similar street signs", end up backtracking, crossing over Tobin bridge again paying two dollar toll, see the highway we're supposed to get on, "WOOHOO, we found it guys!!!", realize we're crossing over the saME bridge that we just came back on meaning this is our 3rd time over it within the last 15 minutes. Oh wow, we're in the same intersection as we were 10 minutes ago. Decide to go the other way. We're going in circles... "Corvettes!!!", pz says for the third time as we pass by the local Corvettes dealership. We decided that mapquest wasn't going to be on our side so we ended up following the closest thing we knew about Martin's location. Revere and Beach. We see a sign that has both words on it and follow it. Somehow and some way, we ended up seeing Martin's street Nahant Ave. and the street lit up with golden flames and bright lights (not really) as we cheered and commemorated ourselves for mission well done and success, To find Martin's place w/o Directional Assistance. Mission Accomplished. Delays? About an hour and a half, but it was well worth the time, because every minute of those ninety minutes was filled with adventure and peril.

Our reward? We found Martin's Place on our own. He thinks we're still lost and trying to find his place. PZ calls him and asks him to come meet us somewhere. We wait by his car, and as Martin approaches his car.
"MARTIN!!!!!!!"
"OOH GEEZE AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

WOOHOO!!! Mission well done bostonians! Day One Complete...