Written by Cheryl.

Okay, let's set the scene: it's a cold Friday afternoon in February, and there's a minivan filled with seven not-so-silent females and lots of cargo. We're all on our way to an annual winter camping trip in upstate NY that's been planned for months. I hopped in the driver's seat, turned on the radio, and got ready to put on my Green Day flavor of the day, only to grudgingly remember one of the females in the car was a friend, sitting in the passenger seat, and probably expected me to converse with her. Well, thirty minutes and one vomiting child later, we were pulled over in the parking lot of the B.K. Lounge. I, cleaning up as best I could and hoping that it was an isolated incident, waited while my friend called for backup. What does this have to do with Green Day? Well, backup came, we transferred cargo and passengers, I dropped the vomiting kid back at home, and the next morning, I found myself alone with American Idiot.