So, the first few days of my extensive Rolla visit are over. I got down here on Friday night, after a long and tedious drive spent singing along with Tom Jones. What can I say, I'm on a Welsh Wonder kick. On my way down, I tried to convince Ben that I had, somehow, ended up in Kentucky. Well, I guess that wasn't all that unlikely, because he just started telling me how to get back. And when I told him I was kidding, and had just gotten through St. Louis, he was like, "Oh, cool." Not the reaction I was looking for, but that just means I'll have to do something prankish while I'm down here.

But Friday night, there was a bonfire over here. And while there were gratuitous amounts of male nudity, it was offset by listening to The Lonely Island. It was really fun, and by the end of the night, my face literally hurt from laughing.

Saturday, we went to Kansas City. Nothing like a really long car ride after a really long car ride. I slept most of the way there because I'm an awesome co-pilot. We went to Ben's friend's parents' house (got that?) for dinner, then we went over to his friend Angie's housewarming party. It was a really great time, and it was nice finally meeting some of Ben's Rockford friends. Only bummer: Ben's ex was there, and I think she got pretty upset. I felt/feel really bad, and feel like I should have said something to her. I'm not that kinda girl who hates any other girl my boyfriend has so much as talked to in the past, and I really wish I had said something to her. Now it's going to totally be on my mind until I drunkenly figure out a way to communicate with her and feel like a huge toolbag. Yeah, my communication skills are through the roof.

Anyway, turns out putting down the seats in the car and sleeping in the trunk wasn't such a great idea. It sounded good when we were schwasty, but waking up on Sunday morning (well, we didn't really sleep due to discomfort, so not waking up) was a painful experience. But the ride back went by really fast and we spent the day kickin' it. Went and hiked around, which was a lot of fun even though I fell and managed to whack my hand on a rock or something. But I do love exploring, and it was such a beautiful day.

Yup, I certainly do love me some Rolla.