The End Has No End

Well, we've had time to decompress (and more importantly shave). So here is the final blog for this year's trip.

One of this year's themes seemed to be slight underestimations of the distance each day. But, because we never knew where we were sleeping each night, it was difficult to properly estimate. On the final day, the final 40 miles ended up to be 55 miles.

Now, Brennan called Haley when there were about 15 minutes away. We were waiting at Liz' apartment a few blocks from Wrigley. And so we started walking, and just barely missed their arrival to the field. We took the guys back to Liz's so they guys could have a proper heroes' welcome (which included the moustachioed cupcakes Lucy made), and more importantly, a shower. As the guys were getting cleaned up, Mr. Behler was recognized outside of Wrigley by someone who had heard our plug on the radio the day before. Our egos were at an all-time high.

As for the game itself, our crew was pretty well spread out. Brennan, Haley, and myself were in what we called the Ferris Beuller seats (left field line), the Behler family was directly across us on the right field side, and Liz, Lucy, Dave, and the rest of the crew were bleacher bumming it. And boy oh boy, was the game a fun one to watch. Here, I'll show you. That 7th inning was hilarious. It was more funny than the drunk 17-year-old that was trying to pick up girls all game. It was more funny than the drunk 30-year-old that was trying to get his picture with Brennan. It was more funny than any of Dave Weber's weekend outfits.

We had our post-game celebration at Wrigleyville North, a nearby pub with adorable bottles of beer. And by adorable I mean tiny. My brother Tom showed up, and eventually we made our way to a pizza place for some adorable slices of pizza. And my adorable I mean gigantic. From there, we tracked down the crew at a karaoke bar. My personal favorite was the duet of Dave and Sarah singing Hall and Oates. Just beautiful!

This summer's trip was clearly a success, and it only strengthens the likelihood (or inevitability) of a trip happening again next year. We are currently taking applications from the remaining 48 states.

Where will the moustaches ride in 2011?!