Some of my co-workers planned a semi-spontaneous trip to the Alps this weekend to go snowboarding. Meeting at 6 AM in a Mobel Martin parking lot, I was greeted with fist pumps as we got excited about our trip. Once all of our gear was packed, me, Ro-Ro, ThrAshley (whom we named driver Ashley to avoid confusion), and Ashlie (passenger Ashlie) all crammed into ThrAshley's station wagon. After 6 1/2 hours consisting of stopping to add air to the tires, swapping life stories and making fun of our current joke of a boss, eating lunch at a restaurant on the side of the autobahn after a failed Ikea lunch attempt, singing to a random road trip mix (Killswitch Engage's "Holy Diver" and "My Curse" kept popping up), and playing musical chairs with the seating arrangement, we
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