Last week, Sabrina was very unhappy with me.

I wasn't entirely sure why, but I had an inkling it was because I told her I'd visit her at work, but never did.

Friday, however, she happened to be working while I was in the mall. So I stopped in to say "hi."

We all know how these converstations go. The usual, "hey, how ya doin. sorry I haven't visited, I've been busy." blah blah blah. Well we ended up at the inevitable, "whatcha doin this weekend?"

Turns out we both had nothing to do, so the decision was made to go see Stillglow play
in Towson.

We went. It was incredible. This band played before stillglow, and they were incredible. I'll put a link to em up here sometime.

Anyways. The band after Stillglow was kind of... well, shitty. So Sabrina offered the suggestion of leaving. This sounded good.

Earlier in the night she had commented about how she'd never had Sonic. I decided this simply would not do. So we agreed to find a Sonic that night before we went home.

I consider myself fairly knowledgeable when it comes to southern PA and the surrounding areas, but this was disproven when we found that there was no Sonic in York, after about an hour of driving. So after Googling a b
it on my phone, I discovered there was one in Lancaster, about an hour and a half away, that closed in about an hour and a half.

Off we go. Driving east to Lancaster in search of some yankee sonic-y goodness, talking all the while about random experiences and listening to Grease soundtrack songs on the radio. (so good)

Upon finding an exit to Lancaster, I figured it was best to get off, lest we drive past Lancaster completely. This exit apparently took us into historic downtown Lancaster, which is not the same as regular downtown Lancaster.

Driving past the Lancaster County Correction Facility gave us our first clue that we were not in the right place. By the way, this place looks like a freaking castle. Ramparts and all. Just... freakin crazy.

So yeah. A few wrong turns and a Google inquiry later, we were back on track. We tried to ignore the clock, hoping that we'd run across our destination before the clock struck 12.

Then, over the asphalt horizon, it comes up. That sign...
If you've never seen this come up over the hill like that, you won't understand. We drove into the driveup slot with literally two minutes and thirty seconds to spare. The timing could not have been more perfect.


Sabrina, our latest Sonic virgin, gets a little shiver up her spine, "Man, I'm really gettin excited now."

Words cannot really express the enthusiasm and excitement I felt at this time. I forgot to unbuckle my seatbelt as I lept out of the car to order, almost making a fool of myself, recovered, and very happily ordered us two medium cherry limeades, two medium tots, and two Sonic bacon cheeseburgers.

And then, it was time. I watched on anxiously as Sabrina took her first bites of the Sonic goodness... And rejoiced with her as she went on and on about how good everything was.

Our drive back to the 301 was contentedly filled with converstation of past relationships, family dinner table stories, and brief encounters with unsavory and slightly rude gas station attendants.


As we finally passed Gettysburg and crossed into the beautiful (and much better paved) Old Line State, Sabrina started to get a little sleepy. I was well past my giddy stage of tiredness and started making 4 year old comments, and she was laughing, and it was overall a good time.

That was pretty much the extent of the adventure.

We really need more of this type of thing, yall.