Greetings from Jamestown, North Dakota! The five of us have been up for approximately nineteen hours. Our strength is fading. You could cut the tension with a knife. Just kidding. We’re all having an excellent time. While watching Aladdin and eating Reese’s, I will now recount the events of today for you, the reader.
The day began for our troop and families in the dark Lamb parking lot at four in the morning. After several attempts at trying to detect smiles in the dark, Mr. Wooley’s confession of a hatred for watermelon (it makes his lips itch), and packing, we bid a temporary goodbye to our loved ones. After a stream of interesting yet forgetful conversation due to our tiredness, it was down to three of us. Lauren and Grace had fallen asleep with their feet propped up in our faces, listening to A Very Potter Musical. Mrs. Wooley, Reed, and I talked about everything from cadavers to food allergies, after which Mrs. Wooley stood, or rather, drove alone.
Awakening with the imprints of seatbelts and zippers on our faces, we all admired the stunning sunrise until it blinded us with its beauteous, bright light. We recuperated from this by eating organic fruit snacks and wheat thins. Our travels continued to Bismarck, North Dakota, where we commented on the many sporadic lakes, nonexistent hills, moving windmill parts, and shredded wheat. We decided to stop for “breakunch” aka brunch at the Country Kitchen as oppose to the disgusting truck stop with the epic beard guy. A disgruntled woman near our table didn’t appreciate Lauren’s words on the gallon challenge. Outside the restaurant, what at first appeared to be a giant gnome monument, turned out to be a mysterious, and still unexplained tower of cans wrapped in sheets with a weather vain on top. We traveled onward into Bismarck with only three hit curbs!
We arrived and set up in the Simle building, and after a bout of work, succomed to tiredness and boredom and messed around back stage for an irrecordable amount of time. We discovered many things, such as the angry man dance, killer bees, belly drumming, and HIROSHIMA JAGUAR. The show could not have gone any better. The new stage refreshed the show for us, and the audience loved it. Two hundred and forty + kids and even adults had a great time with us. It is my humble opinion that this was Rick, Deb, Bob, and Kim’s best show yet. Afterward, we mingled amongst the crowd of kids who actually asked for our autographs. One of them wanted to be a witch. We packed up, and headed back to Jamestown for the night.
We drove past our hotel for the night, The Gladstone, at least four or five times before we realized “Oh, that’s our digs.” The road Bible, aka a series of Map Quest prints, was a huge help here. Despite the poor numbering of the hallways, we managed to find our awesome rooms. Mrs. Wooley is staying in the Yester Year Music Room, while Reed and I have a room next to that of Grace’s and Lauren’s. A balcony overlooking a pool and arcade connects our two rooms. Jealous?
A dinner at a Buffalo grill bar with a sarcastic waiter, a trip to Wal-Mart, and readings from Cracked.com wrapped up the night for us. We now sit in our rooms, calling our parents and siblings and informing them of the exciting events of today. Love you all. Keep up with our blog to remain up to date about all our future antics on this wonderful adventure. Miss you all, and thank you for reading,
With the upmost of sincerity,
Jack O’Brien.
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