20 July 2006 I'm reclining on a plush duvet cover in a palatial suite in the Hilton Sedona Resort and Spa. I just booked a Swedish massage for tomorrow, and now I think I'm going to throw pennies to the street people below my balcony. But, first, I will answer some questions... Q. Are you OK? Is the car dead? A. The Nissan dealer repaired the Team DD car. Apparently, you need to put gas in a car to make it run. Yeah, sounds made me up to me, too. But, seriously, we're fine. The car's fine, too. Thanks for asking. Q. What's with the moustache? A. Just doing it for fun. I refuse to shave it until the trip is over. I think it looks ridiculous and it ruins the pictures, but I did make a promise to myself. Q. Why isn't your trip more exciting? A. Are you kidding me? Are you sure you're not confusing us with another interactive realtime roadtrip website? The trip is plenty exciting. We just forget to mention some of the skylarkings that come with *extreme traveling.* For instance, here's something I never mentioned in the blog before:  I met Hilary Duff at the 4th of July celebration in Boston. OK, it wasn't so much "met" as it was "had my picture taken in front of." And it wasn't "Hilary Duff" as much as it was "some girl staring at a man lying spread eagle." Hm. Maybe you're right. If you'll excuse me, I have some commoners to tease. Permalink: http://double-d-america.com/blog/archives/71.html Tags: none |