Most people were busy taking pictures of the things outside of the windows, so the middle aisle was clear for Joe and I to goof around in. We had a ball up there, even if there wasn't anything to do.

Although the floor is arched, there is no reason why Kanz and I were reclined this much. I'm sure that the person taking the picture questioned our actions, but to tell you the truth, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Joey Kanz could sense that the Arch's roof was caving in, so he used his monstrous strength to prevent a tragedy from occurring and ended up saving multiple men, women and children in the process. Is there anything that this guy cannot do?

There was this Hummer parked outside, my guess is that it was protecting the park from people that would be a threat to National Security (me). The hummer did nothing to stop me, which makes me question our safety.

A camera is unable to capture me doing my "holla" pose underneath the majesty of the Arch because it is just too damned big. Few people realize that it is the 2nd tallest structure in all of Missouri. That's quite a feat, considering that it is 30 meters taller than Wisconsin's tallest building, the US Bank building.

I figured out how to capture the Arch's majesty and Joey Kanz's goofiness in the same frame - stand a million and a half miles away. It's so easy.

It was getting late and dark, so we started driving back home. We were looking for a Sonic, but settled on a Wendy's for our dinner. No fast food joint in the world can compare with Wendy's 5-piece nuggets for 99 cents.

Home

One thing that was protected was the inside of the hummer - the door was locked. What were they trying to protect inside of there? My two guesses were the Arc of the Covenant or Marsellus Wallace's briefcase. When I finish my locksmith training, I'll come back here and figure out one of life's great mysteries.

The ride home was one of the most difficult and challenging rides of my life. Both of us were way beyond tired. We had gone from drunk, to sober, to drunk again, and finally sober and tired as hell. We were switching off drivers every half hour near the end of the trip, and the last half hour back to Milwaukee was brutal. It was all worth it though, for I had a memorable trip with my good buddy Joey Kanz.