It's Not Like the Movies

This is not what I was expecting when I signed up for a road trip. Where are the shenanigans and ludicrously over-sized sunglasses? There hasn't been a whiff of intoxicating substances, except for the fumes coming off Marshal. Where are the hundreds of inside jokes that can be tenderly (and frequently) unfolded later, to the annoyance of everyone who "had to be there"...? It's probably my fault. I forgot the kickball. Yup. It would be a real road trip if we had a kickball.
Past the arch and onward into the flatflatflatlands!