Sunday, December 10, 2006

Best Second-Annual Secret Adventure

A year ago I took a secret trip, remember? This weekend I took a secret trip, so that means we've got a new Steady Mobbin' tradition: a Secret Adventure every 12 months!

Secret Adventure II began like so many adventures . . . with tacos:






























































































I know, I know. Light on the adventure, heavy on the airplane food.

12 comments:

Cache said...

does your airline attendant friend have an airline attendant friend in utah who needs a friend like you?

Anonymous said...

I hope you waved as you passed Scotland!

Sparklebot said...

Switzerland is always a good time. Do you have some big-time lawyering job that allows you to fund these amazing secret adventures?

bex said...

no, seriously. how do get to keep getting on airplanes and showing us awesome photos of faraway places?

Anonymous said...

I am in Utah often, Cache--as much as I am in New York and even Arizona where I live. But, no, I do not have an airline attendant friend in Utah who needs a friend like the Barnery.

Besides, there is only one Barnery; unemployed and available for adventure.

Cindy Bean said...

You look like money.

Anonymous said...

How exactly do you fund your rock n roll lifestyle?

Brigham said...

Dear Readers,

You all raise some excellent questions which merit straightforward answers but, unfortunately, this was a secret adventure, so I can't talk about it here. That's just how it is with secret adventures.

Sorry.

emily said...

guys, put two and two together: drugs.

hey, that's my mission country! yay suisse! um, since when is matthew mccoughnaghhyyy on the swiss frank?

Brigham said...

At last someone is on the right track.
Your prize: free brick of hash.

Anonymous said...

seriously, man. And you always fly business class.

I have deduced this much: you've got some sugar momma(s) paying for these trips and dictating the locales. Because all things being equal, no one would choose to go to Switzerland unless it was for a ski vacation. And you don't ski.

marshall p said...

I am so so so jealous.