This past week, my BFFFFF (that’s best friend foreva eva, like since the dorms and a meal plan!) Zoe took the Badlands and the surrounding areas by storm and made them worse. Exhibit A: See above. That’s me with my new friends Yukon and Tilly. They are male models. That is not a joke, you snarky judge! These two charmers convene outside Rapid City, SD with more rugged gents of their ilk and don 19th century costumes to portray TRAPPERS and MOUNTAIN MEN! Drinking a Bud Light with these two might be the apex of my life. Tilly (left) has his own face tattooed on his bicep, and taught me the colorful phrase “Kiss my ass and call me Christmas!” Yukon (right) is the more sedate of the pair, enabling Tilly’s alcoholic ramblings, but when Zoe declined a beer (she’s gluten free or in AA or something), he offered to buy her a “sodey.” I almost fainted into his wiry arms, so thrilled was I to hear the word “sodey” deployed in real life/in the 21st century. Unrelated, I also heard a waitress pronounce a certain salad dressing as “Eye-talian,” never heard that in real life either. I swoon for the Great Plains!
Our trusty Toyota Yaris, Ferdadando. We got a hatchback and everywhere we go yo we gets laughed at.
Your car looks fine (ahem, stifles laugh). Must have been a great adventure!