And it’s true. On pretty much all the trips I took with friends we had an inside joke of sorts.
Fun fact: I don’t think I had an inside joke on the trip I took with my ex.
One of the inside jokes I will always remember fondly is “Miss Death Valley”.
In 2007 I went to the United States for the first time.
The story of how I ended up going with one of my internet friends (we’d met twice in person before going on that trip) is funny enough on its own.
Here’s the short version:
Jess via IM: “Hey, what are you doing?”
Me: “Looking up offers for holidays, but the single room surcharge is kind of off-putting”
Jess: “Where to, and when?”
Me: “Western US, this summer”
Jess: “I’ll come with ya.”
Said and done, we’d synchronized time off, booked, met up at the airport, shared rooms, saved US$350 each and had a blast.1
We flew into Las Vegas and had a day off to explore while part of the group2 had booked a day trip to Death Valley.
At breakfast next day we overheard part of the group chatting.
“So how was Death Valley?” – “Uh, ok, I guess. A little boring. Nothing but heat, sand and rocks.”
We really did have trouble containing our…let’s say glee. And Miss Death Valley3 was born.
It still comes up in conversations 7 years later. “Remember Miss Death Valley?” – “Yeah, haha! What did she expect? Rollercoasters? It’s not called Death Valley for nothing. ”
For those who are still not clear about the subject here’s a visual guide:
The trip I’ll be starting tomorrow4 won’t have Miss Death Valley, but it will have gatortail. Yup. An Alligator’s tail. Battered and deep fried.
There’s not really much to it, I guess, if you look at it from an objective point of view.
But it is something exotic to me, and when @wacie promised to take me to eat gatortail, it became a symbol of my pre-trip excitement.