Floam, East Coast Road Tripping and Couch Surfing

I got Floam for Christmas (during a Yankee Swap). I wrote a blog a while back about toys from our childhood and several comments followed highlighting the dumb toys from our younger years, and we inexplicably omitted one of the dumbest of the dumb: Floam. It is a micro beaded play-doh goo, that smells like coagulated chicken poop, and provides absolutely no enjoyment.

Anyway, after a great Christmas in Maine, I embarked on a journey. I am in the midst of a road trip from Scarborough, Maine to Atlanta, Georgia, with stops in Boston, NYC, Washington, DC and multiple hick towns between DC and Atlanta. (because those are all that exist south of DC, right?)

I have been on many road trips before, but what is especially troubling about this one is the frequency of alcohol consumption on my trip. I am learning that when you move away and then come home to visit friends, benders ensue.

Notes from the trip thus far (more elaborate posts to come):

Boston was great. Went to a bar called the Poor House and sat in the back corner of the basement portion of the bar. (I am certainly on the up and up). I slept on a couch.

NYC was a blast. I don't really remember what happened, but I do know that when I woke up, I was on a couch.

DC was an unmitigated shit show. I ate a slice of pizza the size of a pennant flag, and then went out for New Years. I slept on a sofa.

Funny story about new years (at least to me). My buddy, Mal, normally likes to lay the ground work for midnight and have a fail proof make out plan when the clock strikes midnight, so he scouts out several girls and advises them to come find him at midnight. Well, this plan backfired slightly, as one of those girls went found him and started making out with him, and when he looked up, two of the other prospective girls were standing right behind him, giving him the death stare. Pure hilarity. kinda.

The next night was in Richmond, Virgina. I slept on a love seat. My neck hurts.