So, we decided to do a little thing.
We’ve been wanting to take the kids on a big trip for a few years now. Cuba? Mexico? Disneyworld, perhaps?
“What about an RV trip to see the last Blockbuster in Bend, Oregon,” I floated with a giggle to my wife. My loving partner in crime. More agreeable than she would like to be – especially around my 50th birthday.
With the three girls in the van, and all their friends dropped off, I floated the idea of an RV adventure. I left the Blockbuster part out.
“YES!!!”
It takes hours to find a movie we can all agree on but I say road trip in an RV, and they lose their minds.
Then, I added in the part about going to see the last standing Blockbuster video, and my youngest blurted out “I want to be able to tell my children that when I was a kid, we took an RV to visit the last Blockbuster.”
My wife was quite shocked when we returned home. I know her idea of a relaxing vacation is a beach restor, not cooking and camping through west coast America crammed in an RV.
I truly didn’t care. Yes, I was still pumped about the Blockbuster Super Bowl commercial, but it was just me being an idiot, but somehow that’s where we are headed in two weeks time.
To be fair, most of our trip will be spent around Bro Kollywood and Nevada, but here’s hoping we can swing a two-week movie rental deal for the road.
It’s Clark W. Griswold meets Bob Munro. Vacation vs. RV.
3 teens, two adults, and one box on wheels through partially wintery west coast USA.
What could go wrong?
It’s minus 12 degrees in Bend right now.
I love you, Tara.
This isn’t an actual counter. I made this for show.