Took Bunny the Second out for a spin today. Planned to visit Wilmington and Wrightsville Beach but at the last minute, we pulled into a gas station, bought a map, and drove to South Carolina. More specifically, we drove to Myrtle Beach. It was a first for us both, South Carolina (home of THE Stephen Colbert). Pictures coming later. I had a ton of funny things to say but I’m so exhausted I can’t think of them. Myrtle Beach reminds us of both Reno and the Nevada side of South Lake Tahoe.
Driving through the North/South Carolinian countryside:
E: A wedding chapel! Let’s get married!
Me: …I really don’t think you’re allowed to do that here.
Earlier, in the scary, I-don’t-like-driving-through-here part of North Carolina listening to Missy Elliott:
E: It’s like any minute we’re going to come across four black guys hanging from trees.
Me: I know.
E: And we’ll be right next to ’em, ’cause we’re listening to that black music.
Pictures tomorrow. Brain dead.