84 Day 6 Waver to Indep: Korean Barbeque, Dairy Queen, and Being a Beeotch

On the top of the world!

I rolled into Sumner still feeling like a million vodka-soaked bucks. I don't know how we found the Deb. I think she was waiting for us and then we had to take a long walk to her parking spot on the far side of town. I do remember arriving, tossing down the MadOne, and lolling in the damp grass near the RV.

Then, beavers started to scurry. Food was to be gotten, etc. I wasn't too worried about any of it. I am pretty sure my mom, the Deb, made me a cup of coffee, because that is what she does when she realizes her eldest is a bit "tipsy." And Too Much returned from the food gathering and brought me some Korean Barbeque! 

What? Where did he find that. We were in this Scandavish town, in the middle of nowhere and I was eating a huge, soggy, delicious mess of Korean bbq. Amazing. For some reason, I decided to eat it in the RV. I say decided, but probably my mom thought I would distress the homeowners being wasted in their yard. So, I stunk up the Ark with cabbage and kim chi and what have you. Yum. 

Then, me not completely sober. We left. And, we rode on out of town. At this point, I was sobering up, which was probably a good thing. I think I had switched to my regular glasses and was decidedly not so tall anymore, which was sad.

We arrived in Westgate and I was starting to feel a bit crunchy, but there was homemade ice cream in the town served by the Dairy Queen. I asked her if she had to wear her tiara for the entire year. She told me no, just for official functions. We agreed that was a good thing. 

Thanks for those sunny skies, Norman!

The beavers sat on some steps and watched the ragby roll by, pointing out people we knew or boyfriends or whatever, eating ice cream and drinking our water. Westgate was a bit of a forgotten town, pretty in its ruin. 

Soon enough we were headed out of town, and I was riding with the Mayor, and clearly I was getting sangry, because I started to tell him what I thought about him. I don't think the vodka was so much truth-serum, as bitch-serum, because I was all like "you do this, and you do that, and blah blah blah, asshole talk." 

Thankfully, the Mayor loves me more than I deserve because later when I tried to apologize for said assholishness, he kindly said he didn't remember. In fact, he was chuckling the whole time I was ranting. 

Before long we saw something promising on the horizon: craft beer tent!