This morning, I flew to the "dirty dirty" of Virginia Beach for my friend Rew's post-wedding "BBQ & Bluegrass" party. All of us in the WVU crew mistook the wedding party for a frat party so we went out and caused havoc all over town.
On our way back to the hotel that night, I had what was hands-down the funniest experience of my life. We called a cab and were picked up by the "Redneck Express" an honest to goodness cab service where the seats were covered in camouflage and the driver was a huge redneck in a Hawaiian shirt who blasted country tunes and shared insight such as "Cheesburgers and titties, I never met a one I didn't like." A must-do on any itinerary to the VB.