Comments on: PMC 102: Jane Espenson and Brad Bell

By: corinne

corinne — Thu, 20 Dec 2012 01:33:29 +0000

Some friends and I left Boston at 7:30 Saturday morning, drove 12 hours in my dad’s Tahoe doing mad libs for 12 hours to Pittsburgh, where we changed into nice clothes in the parking lot before going to a friend’s rehearsal dinner. After dinner we got super lost trying to find our hotel and, at an intersection, saw a lady on a motorcycle wearing just boots, a bra, underwear and a fishnet bodysuit. The next evening we went to the wedding, drove a block away and changed into pjs in a random parking lot, then drove through the night back to Boston, where I dumped my friends, went home to New Hampshire, showered, and went straight to work. Oof.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 21:18:22 +0000

The first road trips I remember taking were my family’s yearly trips from New Jersey to New Hampshire to visit my grandparents. It’s about an 8 hour drive, and as I got older I started hating the trip, but when I was little I was pretty easy to entertain and I always loved seeing my grandma.

Love Jane and Brad (and Husbands!), such a great episode!

By: Sheri

Sheri — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 21:05:36 +0000

The first big road trip I remember is from Minneapolis to Montreal for Expo 67 when I was 9, with my parents and two sisters. We took the ferry across Lake Michigan, visited the locks at Sault Ste Marie, ate fudge on Mackinac Island, were in awe of Niagara Falls. We spent several days at the Expo, but my best memory is playing – jump rope, hopscotch, jacks, four-square – on the sidewalk with the French-speaking kids who lived in the apartment building where we stayed. Kids don’t have language barriers, they just have fun.

By: Daniella

Daniella — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 19:03:54 +0000

My first big road trip was when I was 13 and it was the first time I had been out of the state. We drove from NY to FL in my best friends moms beat up station wagon. It was her mom, myself, her, her sisters friend and her sister, who at the time was a little on the larger side. We were squished for hours in between them. Then half way there we got stuck in traffic which is where I witnessed road rage for the first time. I saw a man on a sport bike come flying up the shoulder only to have the person in the outer most left lane open their door right when the bike came up on him, causing the man on the bike to go off the road and crash his bike, which at that point a fist fight took place. I vowed to never drive to FL again.

Thanks guys love you!!!

By: Jen Braun

Jen Braun — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 16:00:24 +0000

My first big road trip was from WV where I grew up to Biloxi, Mississippi to see my great-aunt. I still remember seeing the ocean for the first time, when I was 6, as we drive down the street in the town. The street just ended in water and it took my breath away.

By: Titiz

Titiz — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 12:11:14 +0000

Big Titiz