Nevermind

In all honesty, I intended on bringing my blog up to date in my current post, but since so much has happened since last week, I will instead be covering the span of time up until this past weekend. The rest of recent history will require significant time-space to describe.

So, the trip from Charleston to Columbia went off without a hitch, and after sliding my way through the low-country and into the piedmont, I arrived safe and sound at my parent's house. However, my day's travelling was far from over. After gathering with Jacob and Jeffry for some much needed "hey dude, whats up?" we decided that Columbia could not satisfy our appetite for adventure, or our appetite for fried food and milk shakes. There was only one restaurant equipped with a menu which rivals the dictionary in scope and length.

So, equipped with only our hunger and our wits we set out for points unknown to me. Jeffry, as is our tradition, was the wheelman, guiding his truck swiftly and safely towards a glowing paradise of palate pleasing delights, which was but a myth to my mind. I dare not doubt my friend's words, but could such a place truly exist? A diner so popular that our arrival at 1 A.M. involved looking for a parking space. Oh yes, it was true. Papa's got a brand new doggie bag. Long and delicious story short, I ate to my heart's discontent, and grabbed a slab of strawberry shortcake to go. I would go into details about the meal, but I doubt I could finish this post without taking a serious snack break. So I digress.

After feasting, Jeff and Jake and I cruised through Atlanta as we were wont to do. The trip home was smooth sailing and all in all I was sleeping sound in my bus slightly before the sun snuck up behind me. I was awoken, sort of, by my mother and grandmother's voices, who seemed to be intent on finding out if I wanted to come to church with them, though part of me believes they may have been enjoying the process of pestering a weary nocturnal creature such as I had been. I stayed still and waited half-awake for them to leave. I didn't sleep much longer, but awoke eventually to go into the house and enter the day.

Eventually my parents and grandmother returned home, and after lunch I was enlisted, quite happily, to attempt to fix the washing machine. With the help of a handyman over the phone, I was able to get the washer draining and spinning again. It was nice to use the skills that I had developed working with Joe on various projects in Charleston.

I am going to leave off here for now. Stay tuned for my continued adventures in Columbia as well as my harrowing journey into the foothills of North Carolina.