Meg has landed in Texas, and today she slept in til’ 8am and finally shaved her legs. Yep, that was the thing she wanted to do the most this morning after a 10 day stretch of no sleep, a 2000 mile drive, and innumerable bad hair days.
She left her lovely home (and THAT will be a story for another day), and spent her first night on the road with her sister Ain’t Miss Beehavin. She cooked the family a nice dinner, gave her bed up and fed them beers til the wee hours of the morning. Thanks, Bee!
The next day the family began their journey in earnest, leaving at noon and managing to make it to Wilmington, Delaware by nightfall. There, after a completely unsatisfying meal at a Ruby Tuesday’s they hit the sheets in their heinous hotel room, promptly awoke at 6 a.m. and bolted, making their way to Virginia.
There, they bunked down with their brother and sister in law for several days, and again, Meg will write a longer story about THAT visit at a later date. That Sunday, they wove their way through the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where Meg enjoyed the scenery and the twang of all the gas station workers where she bought her Starbucks double shot energy drinks.
They cruised by the Natural Bridge in Southwest Virginia:
Meg also enjoyed the scenery of Tennessee; the Smoky Mountains called out to her:
It’s Davy Crockett’s birthplace!
And lookie here, it’s Butcher Holler, where Loretta Lynn was born:
Alas, Meg saw none of these sights; the family had an aggressive schedule, and Meg was only left to dream about the quirky spots she wanted to enjoy.
The last leg of the trip included a tip from a waitress named Cat, who said she kept a bottle of Visine in her pocket for pesky customers (apparently it’s also a laxative)!, and then a mind numbing drive across northern Arkansas, which Meg hopes never to experience again.
Right now she has her trusty laptop set up at an Embassy Suites while waiting to close on the new family abode. She is schwinging emails, making calls, and she even managed to put together her Christmas card this morning.
She also went Christmas shopping next door at Bass Pro World. Don’t laugh, it was the only place she could walk to. They had ladies sportswear; she got a few tops and she got her brother in law a gift card. While waiting in line, there was a pink cowgirl hat on
a counter. A hunky cowboy pulled up behind Meg, tapped her on the shoulder and said “maam is this your hat?“. Smiling and replying no, Meg said “hmm, no. I think I’d look a little silly with that“. He grinned and said, “well I thought it might be for your niece. I mean, there’s no way you could have grandkids. Surely you aren’t more than 26, now are you maam?”
Well, if there were ever a time a pink cowgirl hat came in handy, this was it. Meg spirits were lifted and she was thinking of her single friends and how it could really pay off to go to Bass Pro World. And accidentally stand next to a pink cowgirl hat.