Monday, May 17, 2010

Billy Gra(m)ham Cracker

I can't believe I've finally made it to the end of this vacation blogging experience. It truly was as painful for me to write as it was for all (2) of you to read.


After my alarm went off at 7am, I stumbled into the shower where I had a combination of the coldest and hottest shower ever. Thomas had forgotten to mention (or had meant to not mention, I'm not sure which) that the shower was a bit fickle and would either freeze me or burn me, depending on which side of half a centimeter I put the dial on.

We got on the road by 8am and the only things I can remember are...

Me deciding on lunch- I'm known as "decision-making challenged" and Thomas told me to pick a place to eat. So it took me about 2 hours until I saw something that striked (struck? stroke?? stroked???) my fancy (is it weird that I just sang Reba McEntire's "Fancy" in my head??). Unfortunately the food sign that you see on the side of the highway forgot to mention that the Zaxby's was 5 miles off the highway. I think Thomas was just pleased that I finally picked a place and said, "Oh, picked something...we're going..." when I said that I'd pick something that wasn't so far off the path. The food ended up being pretty okay, but the strawberry shake was deeee-lish.

Nashville flooding- We had made it to a gas station outside of Nashville when a man mentioned that we'd be lucky to make it through Nashville since Hwy 24 was closed. I'm going to go ahead and say that it was by the grace of God that the man had no clue as to what he was talking about. (Actually, I'm quite sure that the highway had been closed...we were just lucky enough to miss the whole closing situation)

Rude Boy- At this same gas station near Nashville, there was a woman at the cash register listening to the radio. Rihanna's "Rude Boy" came on ("Take it, take me, love me") and the lady said to me, "I have no idea what they have on this here radio."
I, with a shocked tone in my voice to imply that she was an idiot for not knowing the musical force that is Rihanna, replied, "Why, that's Rihanna's 'Rude Boy'!"
To which she replied, "Well, they can take it, take it..."
Touche. I had to try very hard to stifle my laughter because she was quite serious and all I could do was nod with the very same serious hatred that she so obviously felt for the song.

Mooresville traffic- By the time we became overjoyed that we had missed the Hwy 24 closing and the fact that the mile marker 2 had opened back up in Asheville, we hit some traffic about 20 miles away from home. Needless to say, I gave Thomas the special downtown Mooresville tour to avoid the highway. It only added about 30 minutes to the that wasn't too painful, well, at least for me. I wasn't the one driving.

So, there you have it. My vacation in blog form, which I'm sure felt about the same as when someone you are mediocre acquaintances with at work sits you down to show you 600 pictures from their beach vacation (all of which are of their bratty kids and the scenery).


Mike Grosz said...

Welcome home!

saucybellum said...

Hey, Mikey! Thanks! It feels like I haven't seen you in forever. ;)

Julie said...

I miss you already!

whatnot said...

Not sure why you feel the need to apologize for your content...I think you're blogorific. I made up that word just for you.