We walk off into the Grand Rapids night from B.O.B.  We've got GPS up, and our destination is in sight.

Z's Bar and Restaurant

I have no fancy title, nothing clever - because at this point in the night, I'm needing food. I'm not stomach-hungry, but my brain is rattling around in my head.

"If you don't feed me, I will make you wish you had never been born in the morning"

Who am I to argue with that sort of biochemical logic?

We walk into Z's.  It's filled with 2-3 ambitious karaoke singers, and a lot of people like us.  Folks who are drinking or who have *been* drinking and must eat or they will be roundly punished in the morning.

A singer is doing a respectable version of Pink's "Who Knew" and she gets roundly applauded, mostly by me.  I'm pretty enthusiastic about it, and right now, this is the greatest bar that I've ever been in.

My notes of the night say "NACHOS!!!!" all in caps, with exclamation points and all.  Jon and I get the Super Nachos .

I decide, because I'm brilliant that way!, that I need more beer.  I hear Jon's palm meet his forehead, but I'm not dissuaded.  It's fate that I'm here, and they have nachos, and Pink's "Who Knew" and two wonderful singers.

I get a pint of New Holland's Mad Hatter IPA, and it is the best beer I've ever had.  I'm singing along, I'm drinking the beer, I'm guzzling water.

The nachos come, and I swear I hear a choir of karaoke angels singing just for me, telling me to eat the nachos.  They are the best food I've ever had.

Jon, bless his heart, keeps me from going up and drunkenly wailing into the karaoke machine, and bundles me back to the hotel.

His report is that we tuckered into bed and he said "I love you!".

I responded back with a snore.  *looks a bit ashamed*. I fixed my reply in the morning, but love is when you respond with a snore and that snore means "I love *you* too!" to the asker.

And thus day 1-and-into-2 of our roadtrip ends.