Is there really anything to do for four hours in rural Wisconsin?
I in no way want to impose on your paintball fun. At all. You’re kind enough to let me hitch a ride with you to Chicago, there’s no way I’m stepping on your toes. So it’s cool with me.
[sub][sup]If you buy me a 12 pack and let me borrow your car…[/sub][/sup]
Well, here I’m familiar with the area, I have my own car to play with, computers, video games, family to torture, stuff like that… I suppose I could read a book or chique and I could go for a walk or something.
I have paintball guns of my own. And goggles. And paintballs!
Ooooh! I’ve never been “cow tipping” before. Will this be near a farm?
Hmm.
Well, considering the paintballing would start at 11 and go until 3, I’d still want to leave my place around 10, which means that you’d still get your wakeup call around 8 am. I could manage that.
Thenthenthen we’d have to hope and pray that the fest didn’t move from mag’s place to a bar, and hope that I’ll be able to find her place in the dark around 8 pm or so.
So, you two would be cool with this? And you’d put up with my groaning and complaining of bruises for the rest of the trip down? You’re great.
A trunk full of soda: $20.
A tank or two of gas to get to the Dopefest: $30.
A change of clothes to use after I borrow magdalene’s shower to get dirt and grime off of me: free, it’s from my closet.
The look on my face as I step out of the shower and realize someone slipped into the bathroom, took my towel, my clothes, and is standing there with a Polaroid: Priceless.