Day 5:

Got to see Pittsburgh. Quick trip. Cool 80’s fountain. Ethan is horrible at directions despite what he thinks. Plenty of mountains along the way. We got into D.C. only to drive around for 1 ½ hours because Ethan refused to ask for directions. He accused me of not knowing where we were going. He then took matters into his own hands and drove us into the ghetto (all while being on the phone with his girl mind you). He finally finds the place and claims that he is the ultimate in directions because he didn’t have to ask. I don’t know which is better. Having the gonads to stop, ask for directions, and go where you’re heading…. Or drive around in f*cking circles until you run into the place; wasting hours of time only for the privilege of saying you have a great “sense of direction” Either way, I think we would have gotten their faster with Karen driving.