From JuJu with Love

One of my funniest J. memories goes back to a random weekend in September when he was in Detroit for his football draft.

Somewhere along the way, he decided we needed a little adventure — a trip to the new Hollywood Casino in Toledo, Ohio. About a 90-minute drive from my house.

J invited his friend Gary to join us.

So the three of us piled into my car, and I drove while the two of them… entertained themselves on the way down. Let’s just say by the time we crossed into Ohio, I realized I was traveling with my own personal version of Cheech and Chong.

We got to the casino, had a great steak dinner, and then split up to gamble for a while.

Not long after, I got a text:
“We’re ready to go.”

Simple enough.

What I didn’t know was that the real adventure was just beginning.

The two of them had the munchies.
And not just any munchies — they had a very specific craving:

Red licorice.

Not optional. Not negotiable.

So began what I can only describe as the Great Red Licorice Hunt of Northwest Ohio.

Gas station #1: No licorice.
Gas station #2: Still no licorice.
Gas station #3: How is this even possible?

At this point, I am crying laughing behind the wheel, fully committed to my role as chauffeur to two grown men on a mission.

Gas station #4… #5… I honestly lost count.

And the entire time, I’m just calling them Cheech and Chong, because there is no other explanation for what is happening.

I laughed so hard I thought I might actually wet my pants.

To this day, I don’t even remember if we ever found the licorice.

But I will never forget that ride home.

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From Juju with Love 💙