Road Trip

Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. <----- That was Albert Einstein's definition of insanity. I wonder if we were friends in another life. ; ) Road trip today from Atlanta to Charlotte, NC. Um yeah... it's a 4 hour drive that I managed to make in 8 hours, yet again. What is WRONG WITH ME? Why does that always happen?

There's a small strip of highway on I-85 in South Carolina (which by the way I'm convinced is actually inhabited by beings from another planet pretending to be humans)that just does not move. I mean I've been stuck there for HOURS the last three times I've driven this road. It's right around exit 54 in South Carolina. Anybody? Anybody?

When I finally arrived in the dark with a stiff back and a pounding headache from not eating all day. My wonderful family insisted that we get right back in the car and drive to a coffee shop down the street. 'They have finger food' - I was told.

What they had was NO FOOD and a couple of guys singing and playing the guitar who thought they were Ozzy Ozborne and Gene Simmons playing a duet to a crowd of head banging rock and roll fans. It was simply surreal.

After the coffee shop experience, we walked next door to a small grocery store to get snacks for our drive to Blowing Rock, NC tomorrow. Dad loaded up his little hand-held basket with three chocolate eclairs-which clearly were not for the trip tomorrow, he and his wife ate one each when we got home. I was able to restrain myself and didn't eat one I'm proud to say. By the time we got to the checkout he had Corn Nuts, peanut butter crackers, cheese balls and a dozen mixed doughnets - in addition to his eclairs. I wondered if he would have a heart attack before he even paid for the stuff.

Finally after all day on the road and no food, we came home and watched Wild Hogs with Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence and John Travolta. I have to say it was hysterical. My dad just bought a Harley Davidson motorcycle for his current mid-life crisis so the movie was fitting. My father has actually kicked my brother's Lexus out of the garage and his "bike" is now taking half of the garage.

And now, just when I came upstairs to go to bed, I had to fight their 120 pound labrador for the guest bed... Perfect ending for a crazy day. I'm sure I'll have plenty more to say tomorrow.

~Elise