GISHWHES Day 1: The Beginning

Saturday, August 2, 2014

The official GISHWHES item list was posted at 11:00am PST. Out of 15 members on the HaveSaltWillTravel team, 5 of us live in the greater Seattle area. So we gathered at my house for brunch and to comb through the list.

185 items, 3 hours and a whole bunch of pancakes, sausages and melons later, we had a plan of action. 

Some of the items we'd  be attempting included:

• You and your four friends are a five-headed monster with all of your heads poking out of one collar of a giant shirt. Now do yard work.
• Forgive someone with whom you have been holding a grudge against.

That last one was easy and we knocked it out by way of a text conversation.

Now on to the thrift store, where our loot included:

• 1 Creepy painting
• 1 Denim bed sheet
• 1 Tweed Jacket
• 1 Wicker hat
• 1 plastic fruit light string
• 1 Smurfs puzzle

Next stop, Starbucks:

You know how at Starbucks they ask your name and write it on the cup so that when your latte is done, they can say, “Misha, skinny decaf grande latte - extra foam, extra hot, lightly sweet!” When they ask for your name, give the most ridiculous name you can think of when you order your Starbucks beverage. The video is of the barrista announcing your drink and your absurd name.

Check out our Starbucks video.

Then to Dairy Queen for banana splits, because...

You’ve heard of Ronald Reagan’s "Trickle-down Economics"? The idea is that when rich people get richer, they spend more money doing things like getting their nails done and having their Porches waxed, and that in turn creates more jobs for pedicurist and car washers and other lower income families. Show us what trickle-down ice-cream-onomics looks like: One person on top, messily eating an enormous, melting Sunday, with two people on the floor below, trying to catch the drippings in their mouths as they fall. This needs to be a real mess.

The proof!

That's quite enough for one day!

Stay tuned for day two...

Read the first post of the series GISHWHES: The craziest week of my life