Cincinnati-Homelessness

B picked us all up this morning in the 12 passenger van, and Z got stuck in the back seat.

Spotted: ASB Cinci at McDonalds. No one got a shamrock shake, but we still did good.

Then we hit the road. P made a playlist and the club (van) was bumpin' bumpin'.

J took us on a detour in East St. Louis, and it was TOTALLY ON PURPOSE, OKAY?! Hit the road again and busted all the way through Illinois to Shelbyville, Indiana. Spotted: ASB Cinci at the Cow Palace! This classy joint had more than ice cream, if you know what I mean. C got the Golden Bear Dinner Special, and the Brunette Hottie Special to go. Our crew's got game. C turned as red as a beet when the waitress gave him her number. P was jealous because she hasn't found a stranger to mack on yet. A kept her sun glasses on the whole time because she is just that hipster (blind). AKA Spotted: Stevie Wonder at the Cow Palace!

We continued the van party into Ohio and A surprised everyone with her knowledge of popular rap lyrics (and also, John Mayer). B drove so fast down a hill that we sprung some mad air! Spotted: ASB Cinci Van flying through the hills of Cincinnati! B and J burned through some thin mints in the front seat, while T and E got in a girl fight over the copy of Hunger Games.

Arrived at Martha's Sanctuary aka Massage Therapy Parlor aka Rick Santorum HQ aka Ordained Catholic Church. Made friends with our host's son and planned a jam sesh with him for later. Once Z figured out how to work his hospital bed and K finished reading about Teen Saints (she IS one!), we all headed to a Refuge. No, not literally. It's a coffee shop two blocks away that we drove to. We all got some tweet time in. Spotted: Locals playing Magic: The Gathering (forget your feelings).

Busted: A's got a secret twitter with a lame handle. Can't wait to play pass the pigs later under the rosary. God Bless Everyone (even the tattoo Hooligans next door).

XOXO Gossip Cinci