"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


I'll Have the Mushroom Daiquiri

Ship's Log- Day Two

Interesting turn of events today. Today marked the beginning of Black Biker Week here at the ol' North Myrtle. My mother overlooked that tiny detail in planning this trip. I'm loving it, of course, but I think everyone else is a bit freaked out. Which is pure entertainment.
I found out my step-sister signed some sort of covenant at her seminary that dictates she can't drink, so I guess Mr. Tequila is out. I am, however, cheered that mere discussion of my lovelife at dinner drove my mother to steal long gulps of my margarita, and I count that as a mild success.
I spent the whole day sleeping and reading on the beach, posting is by far the most constructive thing I've done today. Shocking that doing so little could wear me out so much.

Listening to: The Atlantic