State hopping

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.

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Posted on November 4, 2006, in Adventures with Sparkle Pants, Pretty happy fun friends, Rambling. Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on State hopping.

  1. Only get scared if you hear Dueling Banjos. Wait, you weren’t in West Virginia…

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