It's Karaoke Night at the Best Western

We're sitting in the Best Western (finally out of the car) in Galesburg, Illinois an hour and a half from the Iowa border thanks to a minor miscalculation around Indianapolis that lost us an hour and a half of time (how ironic). (Kristen speaking: Way to go, Melanie.) When we told a hotel employee where we were from (after giving her Eastern standard time) she asked us what we were doing in Galesburg. (Answer: We're not really sure). We really want Dairy Queen, and technically it's not eleven thanks to the hour we gained so we can still legally drive (plus, I'm sure Illinois driving laws are different from PA). But, we can't take the car. (Kristen speaking: We have reached the Mel-Zone. She's done. Despite explaining that she did not need to accompany us to the Dairy Queen approx. 50 meters away, the idea was too much for her to handle. If you know her, this reaction is not a shock...) So we're stuck listening to drunk mid-westerners singing along to country songs. (except for one good Rolling Stones' song)

Hopefully tomorrow will be less driving when we cross the Mississippi into Iowa for our college visit -- to a college neither of us want to attend. (Kristen speaking: Mel can't help but plug her Alma mater.)

Now, if you'll excuse us. Kristen needs to use the restroom, so we have to go back to our room.

Goodnight!