spent 20 glorious/terrible hours in the car, wedding bound, d and me, a drunk man and his pregnant girlfriend. she cried. they yelled. road sodas were drunk and spilled and drunk and spilled. we passed three fires, climbed into the wrong beds, danced with refrigerators and contemplated our first girl fights. drove a hundred miles in the wrong direction, half way to vegas, multiple pee stops, blown glass oranges, a girl boy girl boy sandwich (un)fortunately derailed.