I’m here at my dear friend’s house. Some say she’s Mad, some say she’s Max. I lovingly call her an Alien. I’ve been spending the past 16 hours letting her clean and cook for me, provide me with beer and laughing my ass off. Our kiddos are all happily playing together and we’re kind of stuck inside since it seems to rain in Ohio. Who knew?

I wrote that during the road trip, in an effort to blog about one of my closest friends. Mostly because I was touched that she cooked for me, and partially because she just kept giving me beer to drink. I didn’t get to finish the blog. We got busy, and then I left on the rest of my adventure. Luckily, she is well aware of my own personal time table for getting shit done.

So, here is why I love Max:

She provided me with olives. Blue cheese olives, at that. Delicious!

She is an excellent cook, and has been a tremendous influence in my meatless life.

She has blingy flops (thongs!) from Australia that include a bottle opener. That’s classy!

She has a nice rack.

So, there it is. My blog about Max and her awesomeness. Thanks for everything, my Alien friend. You mean more to me than this silly blog can ever portray