Are you guys from the hostel? No, we're from the van.
The universe pushed Breanna and I down the coast in a teal Corsica a few weeks ago, landing us in San Francisco for Hardly Strictly Bluegrass.
Staying at the Corsica hotel, I hadn't had a vacation that so closely resembled homelessness since 2007 in the Talivan. Here's an excerpt from that time.
"This isn't the way to keep a working man fed"
"Well at least our meal is probably more nutritious then theirs is"
"Why do you girls even like us? Us guys? Look at what we've done to you. In a van, with a boa constrictor loose in Saanich."
Staying at the Corsica hotel, I hadn't had a vacation that so closely resembled homelessness since 2007 in the Talivan. Here's an excerpt from that time.
Ryan's making Mr. Noodles with steak spice on a travel stove in the back of the van in the elementary school parking lot we've been living in. Jason & Georgia are in the backseat eating canned beans and canned pineapple, fighting over who gets to drink the pineapple juice.
"This isn't the way to keep a working man fed"
"Well at least our meal is probably more nutritious then theirs is"
"Why do you girls even like us? Us guys? Look at what we've done to you. In a van, with a boa constrictor loose in Saanich."
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