Destination: Ft. Myers, FL
Time to arrival: 7 hours, 54 minutes
Finally we’re in the state of Florida. This is fortunate considering I have not only lost my desire to sing loudly in the car, but I have also lost my voice. Too bad there’s about 6 more hours to Ft. Myers. Meredith’s friend Jay is also driving down. However he might as well be a truck driver, because he left New Jersey this morning and was already in North Carolina. There is however something to be said for sight seeing, at least that’s what Meredith and I keep telling ourselves. So we decided to stop first at Amelia Island, and then at the University of Florida in Gainesville in order to be jealous that some people chose to go to school in paradise, while we chose Rutgers and Antarctica, I mean Syracuse. On our way to campus, we passed through Waldo, Florida. If you ever decide to ask yourself where’s Waldo?, don’t bother, it is the most infuriating town. Every 100 or so feet the speed limit would go from 45 to 55 to 65 and then back down again… and then back up again. By the time you slowed down, you could speed up again. Ridiculousness.
What’s also ridiculous is the amount of Asian food I consumed today. Chinese, or what passed for that in the South, for lunch and Hibatchi (that place where they cook in front of you, Mara) for dinner. We were two of the maybe 7 people in the restaurant, one of whom was wearing a day-glo flourescent yellow sweatshirt, the kind that reflects light. But we were really hungry, so we'd take whatever was open! I hate those chopstix that don’t break evenly down the middle. I always screw them up and our waiter kept feeling bad for me and giving me new ones to try and I kept breaking them unevenly… we could be here all night…
After leaving Gainesville, we decided to power through to Ft. Myers. Regardless of the fact that I was presently in a food coma and literally stunk of Hibatchi… we pressed on the next 4 hours to our destination. Meredith decided to take a nap, so I went into survival mode. Me, Britney Spears, and 90 mph. If Meredith had actually woken up, she’d have some serious blackmail material. Arrival in Ft. Myers, 1 a.m.… and we’ve come full circle… I am a crab…
1 comment:
Awesome fortune! And yes, Chinese food does indeed suck in the south. The best place in my college town was like the filthiest, cheapest place here in Jersey. Their Chicken and Broccoli was like Giblets and Moss.
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