So, the four of us had this crazy idea. Since we couldn’t get the kinds of ice cream we wanted here in Fargo, we decided to drive to Vermont, or China, or France, or wherever the hell Ben and Jerry were hiding, and get some.
Mel, Erin, NiNi, and I packed up our stuff,and threw it into our white van, along with a couple of beanbags, a beer fridge (for food, not beer), and a laptop (for those of us who were e-mail junkies).
We would set out on an epic journey, that would push us to the very limits of human endurance. We were on our way into the depths of Hell itself: Vermont.
Now, if only we could find a map.
If only I could read a map.
Oh well. Being male, I naturally have a superior sense of direction.
