Perhaps you’ve heard of the new movie “Zola.” It’s based on a long series of Tweets about strippers on a road trip gone wrong.
Well, here is a short series of texts from my recent family road trip* gone…meh. I prefer the term “forced togetherness” over “vacation” because I think it’s more accurate.
We trekked to California and then Las Vegas**. All events happen before we even leave state lines. When I fully decompress, you’ll get either part or most of the true(ish) story of the trip.
*None of us is a stripper
**For a basketball tournament because it’s July and no one in their right mind goes when it’s 117—a record—degrees!!!!