THIS IS FOR REAL!!!! Not embellished. Hey guys. It's us again, this time listening STRICTLY to Wallows (the sound of the summer). We woke up in West Virginia and were heartbroken to leave that city. We peeled back the curtains to reveal the fuel for our journey, Starbies. Madelynne took the wheel. Queue up Rihanna's Shut Up and Drive.

Louisa need help.
We gunned it and now we are here!! The end!!!
haahahahahahahaha JOKING.
We went ahead and made our first stop in Cinci, the city with no buttons. Ohio has no state sign. They must hate themselves. But here is our five-minute trip through Kentucky:
The Kentucky Sign
Now we find ourselves in CINcity (Sin-city) (hahaahahqhahahaha). I'm experiencing writers block, and will need to take a temporary matcha break.
Life of a scorned writer
(note: I swear to God Abby and Pender if you make a pen and paper joke here I will fly home and I will eat you)
We popped over to Maplewood Kitchen and Bar and accidentally asked for five orders of salmon. And overdosed on pickled onions, which apparently are very gut healthy (we're gonna fact check that one).
Lunch was AWESOME I don't know what Grace's problem is.
Then we beep bopped over to the Ohio river and friendship park. And still no Ohio sign. But we did find this other large sign, that wasn't as good, but we'll take what we can get.
Just a couple queens in queen city😂
Next up, these queens decided to pop into the second-best history museum in the country (US News), the Underground Railroad Freedom Center. Our passion for history is great, but after an economic pow wow and financial meeting, we decided to pass. We instead got our kicks at an authentic Cincinnati CVS where Madelynne revived herself with Pepto Bismol chewables. Louisa wants to try them. They look like pretty pink candy. I'm going to try them. Off to Indi we go!!
On the road, we decided to start a thriller podcast about Madam Lalaurie in New Orleans by some guys who were difficult to follow since they would switch between talking about sadistic murders in the Reconstruction era and balls jokes. After an hour of that, we found a thriller audiobook called The Teacher, about murder and like four different affairs. It's the worst book we've ever read (or heard?). But like a car crash, we cannot look away. The entire premise of the book is that one character is obsessed with shoes so she makes out with a shoes salesman and some high schooler has hairy legs (the author harped on this for many beats too long) and is in love with all of her teachers and poetry. I will say, Madelynne is the only one that actually heard the first seven chapters because Louisa and Grace RUDELY fell asleep while she was driving. AT LEAST Louisa tried to keep her left eye open and position herself so it looked like she was staring out the window, contemplating life and super sad, so that no one would disturb her. Grace has no excuse. She tucked into a quilt and just went to bed.
Believe it or not, we made it!! WOW!! We parked the car and checked in to learn that there would be no water.
Dramatic picture of Madelynne discovering there would be no water, and that we would suffer.
I didn't really care. Showering is so boring. The whole point of a road trip is to skip on the hygiene. Madelynne and Grace accept me for who I am (no, we do not).
Trying to shake our sea legs, we went for a walk in the local park, White River Park. Suddenly, we saw a long line of alternative girls with their one alternative guy friend who definitely has a secret crush on them. We realized it was the Wallows practicing for their concert that night. I felt like eighth-grade me just might explode. WALLOWS???? (or, as Grace says, the Wallow). We will be attending this function this evening. We noticed a bridge in the distance, and it might be the ugliest bridge we have ever seen in our lives. Like this bridge wins the national ugly award. Louisa mimicked a vomiting spell, both out of disgust for the bridge and in a clever attempt to get her hands on Madelynne's yummy Pepto Bismol. But Madelynne saw through her facade.
Next up on our walk, we passed by the NCAA headquarters. HOW COOL IS THAT???? Madelynne and Grace got a jolt for athleticism and demonstrated their moves outside the building.
Lacrawesome.
There are no funny puns for soccer. But they're playing soccer.
They nearly got a full-ride scholarship to the collegiate institution of their choosing. However, they passed because of their dedication to ranch life (please give us a bonus if you're reading this). After working up quite the sweat, we retired to our waterless home to get ready for a big night on this here town. That, by the way, is literally OBSESSED with abrahama lincoln. Like, his face is plastered around this city, and he's not even from this state, so I don't really understand what the deal is. Whatever.
Back in our humble house, we popped open our neon pink Moscato and clinked our glasses together for girls' night.

Visual proof of excitement for girls' night.
We popped over to Punch Bowl Social for $5 margaritas, forgetting that it is 8 pm and no happy hour on this entire globe extends that late. Alas, we ordered a punch bowl (after asking our waiter if this was the most economically efficient option), and set aside our sorrows. After a few scoops of this punch, which reminds me of prom, it started to feel like love was in the air.


So Louisa went ahead and dumped the rest of the punch bowl into her teacup.
Louisa did not have the same loving experience.
We ordered boneless wings, and we've never experienced more judgment from the waiter. YEA we want chicken nuggets, whatcha gonna do about it??? FIGHT ME.
We pulled up to the Wallows concert excited, and we also forgot that Grace never had a Wallows phase like the rest of us. What a treat! We missed the general age groups, since there were mainly moms with their tween daughters, like a lot of tweeners, and then us. Like those tweeners, we had massive crushes on the main singers; they were stunning, and we are in love. However, unlike them, we have a chance because we are incredibly attractive and of the right age. S*ck it, high schoolers.

The voice of an angel.
After the concert, naturally, we decided to go out on the town and try to find the other college peeps. This was a struggle and took a couple of tries, and I'm not really sure we were ever successful, but we finally found ourselves in "Hoosier Country," where the only beverage they served, according to the bartender, was forty different flavors of Long Island Iced Tea.
As you can see, we're in "Hoosier Country"
We are so attractive.
I'm a little bit confused, though, because when we looked around the bar, no one else had one. Upon sitting down, a game of heads-up commenced, and Madelynne either cheated (I did not cheat) or has a God-like talent for charades. Soon, the teas started tasting like a Taco Bell Crunch Wrap Supreme, and conveniently, we live next to Taco Bell. On our walk, we got invited to a party at someone's house above Taco Bell, and when we politely declined, they threw a can out the window, and it almost boinked Madelynne in the face. But it's okay, because we still got our crunch wraps and D*NG, they were good. As we settled into our comfy beds to the tune of Cinderella Story free on YouTube, we slipped into slumber and dreamt about the adventures to come in the great state of high taxes and baseball, Illinois.
Madelynne was ready for beddy-bye.
Indianapolis, you treated us right. We thank you. See you in another life.