Miles From Fenway

Take one trip to Hastings, MN. Throw in 20 friends, showering in a river, and more cheddarwurst than you can shake a stick at. Mix in two firsts: first lap dance received, first jet ski ride taken. Douse generously in beer, red bull vodka, and a particularly nasty absinthe bomb. After baking for 5 days in the sun, smoke for four nights by a campfire.

Your end result? A thoroughly neglected blog, a sleep deprived yet contented Kim, and a suitcase whose smell could knock you over when opened.

Enjoy. I sure did.