I walked in and Doc was
already there.
We exchanged hugs.
Manly hugs, of course.
Like... really macho.
Seriously macho.
Ah, the bro hug. Glad you guys could get together.
Doc went above and beyond in making
me feel welcome.
He had brought a few gifts and
even colour coordinated the gift bag
in Marvin the Martian colours.
Lots of thought put into this!
He freaking brought me
Zebra Domes!!!
ZEEEEBRRAAAA DOOOOOMMMMEEESSSS people!!!!
(I expect an anniversary gift
for our 10th meeting though.
I believe that would be tin
or aluminum.)
Empty beer can. Got it.
Ariana is just about the sweetest
gal you're likely to meet.
I can't speak for her,
but I know that I was
immediately delighted
to meet her.
Cool meet-up!
Honour!
(Well... okay.
I played for honour,
they played for honor.)
What is the exchange rate there?
... Doc was right.
The pot roast was
really good.
(Not as good as mine,
but... yes, very good.

)
Well, how could anyone hope to compete?
The server brought the bill.
I don't know why restaurants
do that.
You're supposed to have
a nice meal, and a pleasant
time out, but...
Then they go and ruin it
by making you pay.
What a buncha jerks. Gotta dine and dash next time. That'll teach 'em.
You'll note that while my plate
is completely clean,
Ariana's plate has all the corn
left on it.
This is because she is a bad girl.
And everyone I've talked to
about her agrees with me.
I can't believe someone would ignore the vegetables on his/her plate. It boggles the mind!
I still had a four-hour drive
ahead of me and the
road was calling.
I don't know how it got my number.
Rest assured, you're already blocked.
It was made a little better
by having Zebra Domes to eat.
I didn't eat them all
on that drive... but I did
put a serious dent
in my stock!
Attaboy.
I gave myself a bit of a
case of vertigo.
All of a sudden, my brain
was telling my eyes
(or vice versa)
that the highway that
I was driving along at
around sixty miles an hour,
was tilted forty-five degrees
on its side.

Um....what??
I accelerated and...
Sure enough, the pail
rolled under the semi's
wheels and shot out from
under them!
Right at my car!
Geez, this is the most dangerous drive in America, apparently.
So this year, when I followed
my trusty GPS to Southside Harley...
I wound up at...
Cheeseburger in Paradise.
Again!
What the...
We were led to our table
and... like what happens
with so
many DISmeets...
We all started chatting
like we'd been friends
for years.
And, I suppose in a way,
we were.
Friends we have yet to meet.
I know exactly what you mean!
Well, there certainly was food there at one time.
I'm very sorry for the
trip reporting fail.
Glenda documented
my apologetic pout.
I'd yell at you, but I only have a 50/50 success rate at this myself.
At one point, they asked me
if I'd stopped at Southside Harley.
I told them that Southside Harley,
as far as Betty, my GPS knew,
was actually a closed up
Cheeseburger in Paradise restaurant.
They told me that it's across the street.
I foresee a third attempt at this elusive
poker-chip some time in my future.
Hope you at least end up with a better cheeseburger.
After what seemed like a long wait,
we asked the server if it would be
much longer.
The server admitted that he forgot
to put in our order.
Pretty understandable since the
restaurant was almost empty.

Must be something with Chicago pizza joints. This happened to me once as well.
And I have no recollection of
eating it.
I don't know if I left it behind,
or left it in the hotel or what.
I may have eaten it...
but I think I would've remembered?
Old age. It's a killer.
And I had one last surprise gift.
Diane had gone to the trouble
of baking me some chocolate
chip cookies!
She's such a thoughtful person.
Wow, very cool!
I rolled up to the first booth
and handed the attendant
the requisite cash.
"Would you like a cookie?" I asked.
The attendant laughed and said
he was trying to diet.
But he thanked me anyway.
The second attendant also
laughed, but accepted the offer.
She seemed pretty pleased
with her prize.
The third attendant declined,
but thanked me for the offer.
It's nice of you to at least try and brighten their day.
The hotel that night wasn't
on my top ten list.
The carpet hadn't been vacuumed
and there was no soap or shampoo.
But considering that there were no
roaches or lightning quick spiders,
I considered it an improvement.
So you had that going for you, which is nice.
Even the border crossing
was uneventful.
"Oh, it's you again.
Go poop, for crying out loud."
Yep, average border crossing.
After driving over 5,250 miles
(over 8,450kms), having several
wonderful DISmeets and
a few adventures along the way,
I arrived back home.
I'm exhausted just reading the numbers.
When do I get to leave again??
I know that feeling, too!
Nice haul!
Did you see it in this chapter?

Hope you followed directions.
Coming up... First day of...
My road trip west to the
Northwest Mouse Meet!
Cool! I'll have to look for anything I can add to our Pacific Northwest itinerary.
Day 1... Trip almost ends the first day.
That sounds...sub-optimal.