It was then...

Last night I did what I do most Friday nights. I attempted to drink my body weight in various forms of alcoholic beverages, threw little white ping pong balls into red solo cups, and then did a bunch of things I don't quite remember.
I can't wait for this trip. I know that I'd be a fool to expect too much of it. After all, I'll still be me drunk in Chicago, still be me in Montana eating corn, still be me wading out into the gulf of Mexico, and still be me with swamp ass in the drivers seat at ten in the morning. But damn it man, I'm excited. I want to fall in love with America, I want to think of it like I did when I was seven. I want to imagine it pregnant with possibilities and ready to burst at the seams. I want to jump off of cliffs into water, drink with bums, write to my friends back home, and tell all my stories to people I'll never meet again.
I think I'm most excited about the places we're going where there'll be no one for miles. I think I might be looking for nothing on this trip. That'd take a miracle to find. I'd be a fool to expect it.
Adam said Aaron is mostly down to come. I hope he does. I love them both and I can't think of most anyone better to bump around America with. Maybe Kerouac, but he was out of his mind. I've been compared to him though, I wonder what that says of me. But if he does decide to come, I guess we'll be changing the name to "Aaron, Adam, and Andrew: Across America" Just call us triple A.
This plan was originated with our good friend Ryan planning on attending. He has to take a summer course though, and that would hold us in Danbury till July first. I don't think Adam or I even conceived of that, and I feel bad that we've moved so far in this direction without really talking to him about it. I want him to come more than I think I can realize, but he has his classes to take. I think I want to buy him a ticket so he could join us when he's done, but I don't know that he'd take it, and I haven't even talked about this with Adam yet. Who knows.
All I know is I want to fall back in love with everything. And I'm a fool.

Signed,
Andrew