the last and the smallest: rhode island
The drive to Providence was long and distinguished, like my johnson. Mainly because of the traffic around Boston, which has little to do with my johnson but is relevant here for purposes of explanation. But once we arrived in Providence, it was phat city.
And some beer.
We drove west into the edge of Connecticut, so my companions could take credit for visiting another state, crossed Massachusetts, and returned to New Hampshire, or “home base.”
At one point, a cop pulled us over and walked up to the driver’s side of the car.
Cop: Where you guys going?
Driver: New Hampshire
Cop: You guys military?
Driver: Yes, we are.
Me: And, I’m Matt Damon!
Cop: *chuckles* Okay, go ahead now.
Best incident of getting pulled over ever!
4 states crossed in one evening. Great meal. My 50th state visited.
Were I President, I’d land on a carrier and hang a “Mission Accomplished” banner. Since I’m not, I’ll just go out drinking some more in New Hampshire.