On the road. Goodbye, Savannah.

Tooling along in Aaron's car with Hank and Francis, we played Secrets, a very simple game wherein you tell everyone else a secret about yourself. Every time someone mentioned men kissing each other (which seemed to keep coming up, even though it didn't apply directly to us), Hank honked the horn. This proved somewhat troublesome when teammates in other vehicles suggested such things over the CB. Aaron's horn got a good workout.

I got to drive Frank's big-ass van for a while. It reminds me not at all of the little Escort I drove in high school.

Got home, and the schmonz.com server is still up. This is good because it gives me reason to believe that it will not be randomly sucking any more.