We are Truck People Now

My parents had some mechanical problems with their truck the last time they went to Utah. It has over 150,000 miles and I think Dad was itching for a new toy so they bought a new truck. The old one was fixed but probably shouldn't do anymore cross-country drives so Dad offered to Reagan. Much to everyone's surprise, she turned it down so he offered it to me and I didn't hesitate to take him up on his offer. I've borrowed it so many times! Not to mention we already had the garage space. I told my girlfriends about our new toy and how I'd always wanted to do a White Trash Progressive Dinner. They all jumped on board, and it is the most hilarious night out I've had in years.

Did you know there are muumuu's so ugly I'd rather gouge my eyes out that cost over $50? I had no idea they were that expensive! And the 3 wolf moon shirt is apparently a thing. Brent was talking to a friend on the train about our plans for the weekend and he immediately asked if he was going to wear a shirt with a wolf on it. I couldn't find a NASCAR hat and if you wear a MAGA hat in the Chicago area, you might get shot so we settled for a 'Murica hat for Brent. The rollers really made my outfit but the socks with flip flops did not work at all. I had to kick them off every time I had to drive.

A traditional Progressive Dinner is a rather elegant affair. A handful of families join at one home for appetizers, another for a main meal and another for dessert. The various hosts make something really fancy and decadent because they are only in charge of part of the meal and the house is scrubbed clean and fine china is brought out. Our White Trash Progressive Dinner was a little different.

First I should give credit where credit is due because Joey and Reagan did this with another family so that's where I first heard about it. The only trouble is finding guests who are game because the invitation itself could come across as kind of offensive.

"Hey, I'm having a White Trash Progressive Dinner and thought of you!" Yeah, that could really be taken the wrong way. Good thing we have some pretty fabulous friends with a pretty great sense of humor.

It was basically a gas station crawl. We started out at Bucky's for drinks. As you can see, they have quite the assortment. Prior to this I had gone off of soda and that was a fast and hard reintroduction to the stuff! One of our friends through we should just get a cooler and do suicides but we don't have a cooler so we just got our own drinks. Brent did mix a few drinks and it was actually pretty tasty!

From there we went to Thornton's for appetizers. We tried a Tijuana Mama which is probably the most disgusting thing I've ever put in my mouth. My teeth could taste it before it even got to my tongue- that's how awful it was!

After that we hit the Casey's for pizza. Some people immediately smiled when they saw us coming, some gave us dirty looks, and some avoided our eyes and tried to subtly take pictures. Tailgating in a gas station parking lot with good friends was so much fun, and I could not stop laughing. My cheeks hurt by the end of the night.

We lost a couple in between gas stations due to a sick kid, so they had to relieve their babysitter. Our last stop was 7-11 for dessert and then we just hung out for a little bit. We ended the night giving a couple a prize for getting the most into the spirit of the evening.

What a great way to inaugurate the truck that had come into our lives! I think we are going to love being truck people!!!