The Adventure Begins

Sorry this was delayed, but I was busy yesterday.

Lately I've been trying to adjust back into a life of less activity and it's a killer. I've been trying to keep busy by recording, but at the moment I can't sing till the bronchitis dies out a bit. So mostly I've been watching a British comedy called Green Wing on Hulu. It's about a bunch of doctors who work in a fictional hospital. It's utterly insane. Check it out.

And so the vacation begins...

We left on Christmas day sometimes in the afternoon. I had this silly idea that we would take pictures of our selves in front of any vending machines we passed by, but that fell to crap since the only vending machine we ran across in Georgia was a row of Coke machines in front of the World of Coke.

We made good time, making one or two stops on the way, and hit Leesburg (just a bit north of Orlando) in around 3 hours. We were to stay at Sean's grandfather's house for the first night, and we arrived sometime after dark. After meeting the grandpa we went to Sean's uncle Bernie's house and ate food, drank beer, and played Playstation 2 for several hours. Bernie is a master of Burnout and kicked our butts though I did manage to set a record on his memory card. However Bernie is over 60 and has a 23 year old blond wife so I guess in the grand scheme Bernie has beaten us all. Epic win as they say on the internet.

The next day we had breakfast with Sean's grandfather and set off on our magic 8 hour ride to the heart of the beast. Or "the perimeter" as Paul calls it (and yes that's meant to be racist). We would have made better time, but there was a traffic jam going into Atlanta that took us about an hour to get through.

One thing I did observe on our way in was that nearly everything that had a name from Leesburgh to Atlanta had the word "oak" in it. Oaks and Jesus are very popular in the north of the south. At some point we stopped to look for boiled peanuts because why not? First we stopped into the a hardware store with classic cars out front. This was the type of place that rural people hang out in because they live in rural areas, and sure enough the cast of Mayberry R.F.D was loitering around the counter.

They directed us to a place down the road which was one of those gas stations that sold year old pints of milk, some Nick Cannon dvds, fishing and hunting gear, and inbreeding. They literally sold inbreeding. I got out and took a few pictures and the locals looked at me like I was some kind of disdainful moon person.

When we finally made it to our hotel Paul was laying in wait to strike. He came bearing the gift of Steel Reserves, Rum, snacks, and DVDs. We hugged and slapped each others bottoms and Sean ran for mayor, but lost by a narrow margin due to his stance on gays in the military.

The trip was a success. We filled our belly with liquors and chocolate covered peanuts with raisins. Along the way Sean bought a jar of pumpkin butter (which by the way tastes like pumpkin pie), and we danced till the wee hours of the morning.

I forgot that we also went to a place called Sushi City which not only served all you can eat sushi, but also steak and not crappy steak either. We drank some Saki and toasted the beginning of our adventure.

Since I don't feel like properly stacking the photos for this section of the trip I will be posting them in a separate post just above this one. Sucks to be home!

The theme for out trip.