Single on Spring Break

This year I planned a getaway to St. Louis for Spring Break. Katie, Andi, and Lindsay joined me on this trip. I found myself single three days before we left, so I was prepared to have a wonderful time. I was single and ready to mingle. We left out early Monday morning. The ride down there was interesting to say the least. Katie tried to make me use the bathroom at a barn, (it was a convenience store shaped like a barn) but took me to McDonald's instead. When we got to St. Louis we went to the brewery, which Katie declared smells like beer. We had a good time at the brewery and then ventured to St. Louis Mills to shop. After a little shopping we went to the NASCAR SpeedPark for some Go-Kart racing. I won. I lapped Katie about 20 times. I hit her once and she was not happy about it. After that, we went to check in. That was an experience in itself. They had my name down wrong. Apparently I am with Thomas Green. We got the reservation fixed (or so we thought) and got ready to go to dinner. At dinner we realized St. Louis has the worst service of any place I have ever been to. The next day we decided to take public transportation to the zoo. We survived and enjoyed a day at the zoo. We got to see lots of animals, but no hippos. I was highly upset. There is so much more I could say about this trip, but I have to get ready to go to the Orpheum. Let's just end it by saying I am so thankful for my friends.

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Let's get some things straight

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