fairfax - Warsaw NC -Charleston SC [May. 27th, 2007|03:10 pm]
first and foremost, forgive the freakishly inapproriare insertion which was willing to be placed previously in the postings, but managed to make it's mean and mighty way into todays entry...hehehe, look at me alliterating.
Yeah, so i just arrived in Charleston, SC...we've been here before and it's one of my dad's favourites, so naturally we're back. Last night we were in a godforsaken hole named Warsaw, NC. My family neglected to consider the pressence of Memorial Day weekend when we went leaping forth from DC into an unplanned holiday. So we ended up driving around like demented piglets for about 5 hours looking for somewhere to stay. Bear in mind I had about 4 hours of sleep from the night before so i was exhausted. Eventually, just as we were about to give up all hope and sleep in the Cruiser we happened upon a "Relax Inn" (some kind of cunning pun on "relaxing", I'm sure.) Anyway, this was a shitty little $40 a night shot, one bed, strung up curtains, suspiciously located mirrors, naturally yours truly ended up sleeping on the floor. I have bruises like a badly beaten wife on my hips and probably lice. EW.
The things I do for my parents. My father upon waking, yawned cheerfully and said "Hmmm, Well I Slept Well" I am so happy someone did.
We then went to breakfast - you kids will love this - Bo's Restaurant and Museum. MUSEUM. Guess what of...yes..John Deere Tractors and paraphenalia. I shit you not, I have never seen so many tractors, tractor parts, bits of tracors, things that have the phrase "nothing runs like a deere" on, and things in the adorable shape of little tractors. even the waitress was a tractor. She rumbled right up to our table across the tractor-green floor and sputtered for our order.
Alright, maybe I made that last bit up - there wasn't a serving tractor...but everything else is true. I did however make a immediate move to call Hampton Hotels and book a room in Charleston. Only stupid people and drug addicts sleep on the floor two nights in a row. Once we were back in the car I instantly took to falling asleep, about once every hour for about 30 minutes and then waking and curiously demanding where myrtle beach was.
It was a wee bit after 12:00 my parents decided that I should take the wheel. It went swimmingly. I went 60! I went fast, I drove like a bat out of hell, bikers were forced to each my Chrysler dust. Yeah..it was pimp. I didn't really drive like a fiend...but I did play Social Distortion...and made my folks listen to it. My dad even commented on it and we chatted about it. Yeah, so an overall positive experience.
And now we're in Charleston, SC and I expect I'll be indulged in a fancy European dinner tonight...oh the bliss.
PS> I HAVE MY OWN BED.
first and foremost, forgive the freakishly inapproriare insertion which was willing to be placed previously in the postings, but managed to make it's mean and mighty way into todays entry...hehehe, look at me alliterating.
Yeah, so i just arrived in Charleston, SC...we've been here before and it's one of my dad's favourites, so naturally we're back. Last night we were in a godforsaken hole named Warsaw, NC. My family neglected to consider the pressence of Memorial Day weekend when we went leaping forth from DC into an unplanned holiday. So we ended up driving around like demented piglets for about 5 hours looking for somewhere to stay. Bear in mind I had about 4 hours of sleep from the night before so i was exhausted. Eventually, just as we were about to give up all hope and sleep in the Cruiser we happened upon a "Relax Inn" (some kind of cunning pun on "relaxing", I'm sure.) Anyway, this was a shitty little $40 a night shot, one bed, strung up curtains, suspiciously located mirrors, naturally yours truly ended up sleeping on the floor. I have bruises like a badly beaten wife on my hips and probably lice. EW.
The things I do for my parents. My father upon waking, yawned cheerfully and said "Hmmm, Well I Slept Well" I am so happy someone did.
We then went to breakfast - you kids will love this - Bo's Restaurant and Museum. MUSEUM. Guess what of...yes..John Deere Tractors and paraphenalia. I shit you not, I have never seen so many tractors, tractor parts, bits of tracors, things that have the phrase "nothing runs like a deere" on, and things in the adorable shape of little tractors. even the waitress was a tractor. She rumbled right up to our table across the tractor-green floor and sputtered for our order.
Alright, maybe I made that last bit up - there wasn't a serving tractor...but everything else is true. I did however make a immediate move to call Hampton Hotels and book a room in Charleston. Only stupid people and drug addicts sleep on the floor two nights in a row. Once we were back in the car I instantly took to falling asleep, about once every hour for about 30 minutes and then waking and curiously demanding where myrtle beach was.
It was a wee bit after 12:00 my parents decided that I should take the wheel. It went swimmingly. I went 60! I went fast, I drove like a bat out of hell, bikers were forced to each my Chrysler dust. Yeah..it was pimp. I didn't really drive like a fiend...but I did play Social Distortion...and made my folks listen to it. My dad even commented on it and we chatted about it. Yeah, so an overall positive experience.
And now we're in Charleston, SC and I expect I'll be indulged in a fancy European dinner tonight...oh the bliss.
PS> I HAVE MY OWN BED.