I left three days ago, for Gadsden, AL, where I picked up Aleda and swung southward to Blue Mountain Beach, FL. On the way she was an excellent navigator. We ate at a Dairy Queen in Prattville, AL. I got the runs near Luverne, AL. Damn - that was a very pretty restroom. When we got to the Beach, we ran around getting our monthly exercise, looking up at all the stars at night. We then went back to the Beach House a quater-mile inland.
There we met my Father and his friend Randy, watched Interview with a Vampire, and had soda and dried fruit.
The next morning, Aleda and I left along the gulf coast bound for Orlando, FL. We stopped in Panama City, FL for some breakfast at a Burger King, where a freak rainshower started in complete sunlight. We stopped along the way a little way's up in Port St. Joe, FL, for some ocean viewing and pictures. Then we drove and drove and boogied to Missy Elliot, Lil John (Culo), and the Thievery Corporation until we reached Perry, FL, where we gassed up and bought some toy swords. Aleda maintained an excellent role as my navigator. We reached the main highway Interstate 75, and soon after, Winter Park, FL. We drove all over in delirium until we reached good ole Tangus and Morgan, and had many hugs.
Morgangus were buying ice cream from a truck upon our arrival, and we went inside their home. Meeting Morgan was the chance of a lifetime. It's not everyday when you get to meet one of your role models. The moments I shared with her which top list are as follows: Reading Inga Muscio aloud and enjoying my first ever feminist discourse, telling secrets underwater, teaching basic massage by "demonstrating" on Tangus's back, and being totally pwned in Arctic Thunder.
Tangus is the 18 year old Chuck Norris clone of awesomnitude. He introduced me to the Wild Zero Drinking Game, was extremely gracious, ate everything I cooked for him, was a perfect gentleman, and loved...
The Fan.
The drive back sucked, however. I mean it was fun and I gained an appreciation for Marylin Manson, but I am mentally exhausted and my grades are in danger. My college career was jeopardized by this weekend, and god damnit WHY can't I have even a little fun without something wrong happening?!
There we met my Father and his friend Randy, watched Interview with a Vampire, and had soda and dried fruit.
The next morning, Aleda and I left along the gulf coast bound for Orlando, FL. We stopped in Panama City, FL for some breakfast at a Burger King, where a freak rainshower started in complete sunlight. We stopped along the way a little way's up in Port St. Joe, FL, for some ocean viewing and pictures. Then we drove and drove and boogied to Missy Elliot, Lil John (Culo), and the Thievery Corporation until we reached Perry, FL, where we gassed up and bought some toy swords. Aleda maintained an excellent role as my navigator. We reached the main highway Interstate 75, and soon after, Winter Park, FL. We drove all over in delirium until we reached good ole Tangus and Morgan, and had many hugs.
Morgangus were buying ice cream from a truck upon our arrival, and we went inside their home. Meeting Morgan was the chance of a lifetime. It's not everyday when you get to meet one of your role models. The moments I shared with her which top list are as follows: Reading Inga Muscio aloud and enjoying my first ever feminist discourse, telling secrets underwater, teaching basic massage by "demonstrating" on Tangus's back, and being totally pwned in Arctic Thunder.
Tangus is the 18 year old Chuck Norris clone of awesomnitude. He introduced me to the Wild Zero Drinking Game, was extremely gracious, ate everything I cooked for him, was a perfect gentleman, and loved...
The Fan.
The drive back sucked, however. I mean it was fun and I gained an appreciation for Marylin Manson, but I am mentally exhausted and my grades are in danger. My college career was jeopardized by this weekend, and god damnit WHY can't I have even a little fun without something wrong happening?!
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
You rock