First stop: Yankton. The drive was horrible. It featured blizzards, almost ending up in the ditch and lack of sleep. Luckily, the show made it completely worth it! The crowds were so fun and welcoming. Oh, and did I mention drunk? Because, yeah, they were that, too. At one point, we were egged on to do something called "Bubbles." Neither Steve nor I had heard of this. Well, I mean, I've heard of bubbles, but I never knew them to be a verb and something one does with alcohol.
Apparently, "bubbles" is when you drink an entire bottle of Rumple Minz until there is nothing left but bubbles. Yes, you read that correctly: an entire bottle! P.S. Rumple Minz is 100 proof!
Um, holy whoa!
Thinking that nobody would actually attempt this feat, Steve and I politely declined, only to be shown up by the owner who downed half a bottle!
South Dakota, I have a new respect for your drinking abilities.
I didn't take too many pictures in Yankton (although I have a feeling if we stuck around longer, we would have captured quite a few people passed out with empty bottles of Rumple Minz in their hands), but I did enjoy this menu from a local Chinese restaurant.
I guess these coupons only apply to hard to please eaters.
After Yankton, we headed to Clinton, Iowa for another fun show. As you can tell by this picture, these folks like to drink, too.
Our back-up dancer.
When I checked into the hotel in Clinton, I asked if there was a fitness center.
"No, but we have a bar."
Apparently, getting so drunk that you dry-heave and inadvertently do stomach crunched counts as exercise in Iowa. My kind of place.
Then, at night, I got the hotel equivalent of ding dong ditched. At 2:30 am, someone pounded on my door and ran. I guess karma takes about 20 years, and I'm just now getting repaid for my middle school antics.
After Clinton, we headed to Lansing, Iowa. And I promptly fell in love with the town. It's situated right on the Mississippi River, and not only is the scenery beautiful, but the hotel is adorable!
Here are some shots from where I stayed:
For New Year's Eve, we headed up to Boyd, Minnesota. The show was sold-out, and I had a blast.
My favorite part of the evening? Seeing a guy, who was DJing after the show, wearing shorts. Let me elaborate: it was -8 degrees! Here's DJ No Pants (as he was nicknamed) demonstrating that he has WAY more guys than I ever will:
Ringing in 2013 with my BFF, Bud Light.
New Year's lapdances? Didn't know that was customary, but from what I gather, it is in Minnesota.
The long drive home was long, and I broke one of my resolutions (to give up soda) before the day was even finished. But, I had so much fun on the trip, and there's always tomorrow to give up Diet Pepsi.
Happy 2013, everyone!