This past weekend, my boyfriend George and I took a road trip down to Philly for my office holiday party and it became quite the adventure. I picked him up after work and he was such a good sport and volunteered to drive to and from Philly (okay, maybe I forced him to drive back, but hey! I was hungover!). Since I was falling asleep driving to pick him up, we figured it would be a good idea to grab an energy drink for the road. Now the only time I have ever had energy drinks were in school during midterms and finals. They were life saving nastiness in cool looking cans. Sure, if I didn't choose the carb-free one my pee would turn a radioactive neon yellow (and if I did get the carb-free it would turn oddly clear), but it kept me awake (as well as bouncing-off-the-walls bonkers!). An hour in we both were going to pee our pants. Every time I suggested stopping at a rest-stop George would say that he could hold it until we got to NJ. That lasted for about 10 minutes and then he told me to look for a restroom on the GPS.
