Have you ever gone on a crazy road trip?
Like the kind in college where you hop in the car with friends and only come back when you’ve run out of money or gas or bail money or all of the above?
Back in the day, before I was an old Dad living with kids in the suburbs, you didn’t need to twist my arm to go on a roadtrip.
Like the time I went on a bachelor party to Whistler, Canada a few years back.
Because we were young and stupid, we decided to save $100 by flying from San Francisco to SEATTLE instead of Vancouver — for a weekend trip.
It turns out Seattle is nowhere near Whistler, so we had to rent a van for 10 of us and drive 8 hours north PAST VANCOUVER to get to Whistler.
Yeah, I know. To save $100.
Guys + bachelor party = stupid.