Yesterday's drive to the Flint Hills turned into my first experience with Manhattan, Kansas.
The adventure involved:
Molly feeling carsick, but not puking (yay her)
two trucks full of guys flipping each other off while stopped at a red light
a glimpse of enemy territory
an impossible parking lot
a quick jaunt into Chick-fil-a, my boyfriend jeans sagging a little too much, a perturbed employee
a group of women with balloons at a look-out point
Making memories, people.
please no.
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