My idea to drive all the way to Evansville was GENIUS. Sure, the hours were rough, but because of my grit, determination and perseverance, we got to spend the day with our Indiana family and still made it to St. Louis by the afternoon. Larry, you are welcome.
Larry's car dealer told him to get an oil change for his new car after about 1500 miles. So we stopped by the Speedy Oiler before leaving Evansville. The Indiana folks seems pretty amused with Larry's Prius, but they were BLOWN AWAY by the fact that he wanted an oil change when he has a tank full of oil. "Is that your E-Lectric car?" The mechanic asked. "He used to have a truck!" I blurted out - just wanted to give him some street cred. They proceeded to talk to each other about how crazy Larry was while I laughed uncontrollably.
And we were off on a short drive to St. Louis! We had time to either go up in the Gateway Arch or go to a wine bar I'd read about. I think the choice was clear.
We arrived at the Cheshire, our strange and wonderful hotel, which is very dedicated to it's "Olde British" theme. (There's also an olde English STARBUCKS on the premises!) Made to look like a hunting lodge, each room is named for a famous British writer. I'd read about it online and really had to sell Larry on it's merits, since he was trying to commit to double digit hotel rooms for the entirety of the trip. But this place was so sophisticated and unique, I just had to see it. After all look up sophisticated in the dictionary and you'll find a picture of Larry and I.
The hotel was wonderful and we had a great time. And then I said some fatal words. Don't worry, Larry, we can stay somewhere really cheap tomorrow night...