90 on I-90

Last night, we ventured into Wrigleyville, and let me tell you, it was quite an adventure. The night started off with an extremely intoxicated kid and his train conductor coworker. Dream job, right? It actually sounded pretty cool, so props to him. After being fed up with the ridiculously wasted kid, we decided it was time to go to the next bar, which by the way, they have no covers. Amazing! Freaking New England and their ways to take steal our money. One of the guys that we met worked at the Whole In The Wall Gang camp in Hartford, which was pretty ironic. Needless to say, he was immediately bumped up to the status of “cool people.” After having numerous drinks, we decided it was time to stumble back to our hotel and try to get some sleep before driving to Sioux Falls the following morning.

Luckily, Britt was coherent enough to set an alarm for the morning. Initially, we were planning on leaving by 8:00am, but that quickly changed on our way home from the bars at 2:30am. 8:00am turned into 10:30am, but whatever, we really had no place to be right? In fairness, we did have to go to the market to stock up on more food, and obviously Starbucks was a necessity. The drive was extremely eventful! We saw a horse drawn buggy, an Amish village playing volleyball and cornfield after cornfield. I mean, who doesn’t look forward to driving by that on a daily basis? Oh, and in more exciting news, we spotted our 37^th state license plate, including the highly sought after South Dakota plate. Count it!

After driving for about 5 hours, we decided to use Sam’s IPhone app and find a local winery in Minnesota called Whitewater Wines. Who knew it would be quite the adventure? Actually, I take that back. I think most people reading this would assume we did not find it on the first try. Our first attempt landed us at Whitewater Tax and CPA services, which would normally be right up Lindsay’s alley, but we were all desperate for wine. This just did not cut it. However, we did manage to find it on our second attempt, despite the road closures, gravel roads and impatient locals on our ass. Okay, all two that we saw. In fact, just to provide you all with a little bit of comfort, this place reminded us of a scene from Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Criminal Minds. Thank God we were not here at night because I think Lindsay might have shit her pants. When we did finally arrive at the winery, we realized it was well worth the hour long detour. Actually, we might even be willing to come back here because the winery was that incredible. This was the most beautiful and peaceful winery any of us have ever been to. The wine was delicious, the people were as friendly as they come and the ambiance made us feel like we were living in a dream. For those of you who appreciate the process of making wine, Minnesota has to grow their own grapes because of the extreme temperature changes…..90 degrees in the summer and -40 in the winter. Cold enough to freeze any typical grape. Another bonus, we got 16 tasting for $12. What the hell is Connecticut doing? One more reason to leave that state. If you couldn’t already tell, it was well worth the detour.

Our arrival to Sioux Falls was fitting, as we were greeted with fireworks. Britt said she worked some magic and arranged them just for us!

Until next time,

Sayonara Suckers