Five years ago, I was traveling the great American west by car with three friends.
We tried, whenever practical, to take a “long arm picture” with every state sign.
I was going through a phase in my life where I wore a lot of sweatpants in public. And nasty, old t-shirts. And no make-up. And little-to-no hair maintenance. Seriously. I was a dumpy piece of poop.
But we had a lot of fun.
And sometimes didn’t look too haggard.
We had to catch California on the way out.
We pointed at the Washington sign from afar.
By this point we were starting to go crazy and just wanted to go home.
Yup. We were done.