Destination: Charleston, South Carolina
Time to arrival: 8 hours, 46 minutes
I love me some driving. It’s amazing. Cruising along. Open highway. Idiots who get into accidents and cause the rest of us to sit in hours of traffic. If I am stuck sitting in traffic, not moving, some idiot better need to be airlifted otherwise it is clearly not worth my time. I suppose I was silly to think we wouldn’t encounter any traffic on our 19 hour highway adventure, but this is really getting a little irritating. Why cannot people drive as safely as me?
If you define safely as making up 20 minutes of our 40 minute traffic expenditure by practically breaking the sound barrier in the 70mph speed limits in North Carolina. 70 mph speed limits!!?? Yee-haw baby! I can now proudly say I know what it feels like to go 90 mph. And it feels mighty fine… (just don’t tell my Dad)
All last week, Andrei kept trying to cajole me into stopping at South of the Border. Apparently this is some sort of touristy attraction (trap) that I really must see once in my life. Well I saw. Meredith and I stopped there for dinner. You know how they say that Disney World is the happiest place on Earth? South of the Border is definitely the tackiest place on earth. We dined at Pedro’s Sombrero Restaurant, complete with brown and white cow print upholstered booths. Halfway through our gourmet Christmas Eve meal, that by the way cost us a whopping $12.95 total, Meredith turns to me, fully serious, and says… “can you imagine working here?..” Um, NO? I most certainly cannot…
Merry Christmas ya’ll! (I am so Southern now, it’s scary…)
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