After saying goodbye to Kacie and her family, we threw Firecrotch in the backseat and our two cars set out for Grove City, Penn., for another wedding. We’d come to visit the groom’s younger brother, Evan, who had been in our class in high school and whom we hadn’t seen since 2010. The wedding was to take place at a campground, so we had decided to come a few days early to camp, see Evan and help out with wedding preparations as needed.
However, on the way, we ran into a little “hiccup,” if you will. Julia, Elin and I were following Bean and the boys in his car down the road, which was going about 90. We were just cruising along, jamming out to something awesome I’m sure, when we saw these blinking lights behind us. “Guys, am I getting pulled over?!” Julia exclaimed.
“Uh, I dunno,” Elin and I mumbled, trying to peek out the back window over the piles of stuff we had squeezed into Julia’s miniscule Mini Cooper. But instead, the policeman passed us and signaled for Bean to pull over. We thought we were in the clear and all breathed a collective sigh of relief when we saw the cop drift back toward us.Read More