So. The actual travelling part of our trip.
Let's say this was maybe the least exciting part of it for me...mostly because I slept 3/4ths of the time. I make a truly terrible travel companion in this aspect; any time I am not driving the vehicle myself, I pass out like this is the last time I'll ever get to sleep again in my life.
Poor Brent. He drove a total of 18 hours to get us from Florida to New Orleans. I would have offered to drive some of the way, but I unfortunately left my glasses on a counter in his apartment before we left and didn't realize it until hours into the trip.
Other than ENDLESS driving, we did have a pretty good time.
We shared music, we listened to comedians, saw some pretty scenery, and best of all, stopped at a Waffle House.
I need to explain the Waffle House for a minute here.
Honest to God, I didn't know that Waffle House was an actual thing. I had read about it in a book John Green wrote and had simply written it off as a fictional thing.
Imagine my sheer DELIGHT when I saw one while we driving back to his apartment from the airport when I had originally landed. The next day, one of Brent's friends had suggested a late night meal and didn't seem all too impressed when I offered up Waffle House as a suggestion. This was a constant thought I had over a twenty four hour period. So, no Waffle House that night.
The next day, on our drive over to New Orleans we stopped for some food. We were driving happily down the highway when Brent suggested that we stop for some food. There were a lot of signs for different things but one of them was Waffle House.
Brent is such a wonderful man for what he did. Being a girl, I did the whole "well I don't know" deal. This man, he looked over at me and said, "You want to go to Waffle House, don't you?" HECK YES I WANTED TO GO TO WAFFLE HOUSE!! AND SO WE WENT!
Oh man. SO GOOD. Words cannot describe it.
Let's say this was maybe the least exciting part of it for me...mostly because I slept 3/4ths of the time. I make a truly terrible travel companion in this aspect; any time I am not driving the vehicle myself, I pass out like this is the last time I'll ever get to sleep again in my life.
Poor Brent. He drove a total of 18 hours to get us from Florida to New Orleans. I would have offered to drive some of the way, but I unfortunately left my glasses on a counter in his apartment before we left and didn't realize it until hours into the trip.
Other than ENDLESS driving, we did have a pretty good time.
We shared music, we listened to comedians, saw some pretty scenery, and best of all, stopped at a Waffle House.
I need to explain the Waffle House for a minute here.
Honest to God, I didn't know that Waffle House was an actual thing. I had read about it in a book John Green wrote and had simply written it off as a fictional thing.
Imagine my sheer DELIGHT when I saw one while we driving back to his apartment from the airport when I had originally landed. The next day, one of Brent's friends had suggested a late night meal and didn't seem all too impressed when I offered up Waffle House as a suggestion. This was a constant thought I had over a twenty four hour period. So, no Waffle House that night.
The next day, on our drive over to New Orleans we stopped for some food. We were driving happily down the highway when Brent suggested that we stop for some food. There were a lot of signs for different things but one of them was Waffle House.
Brent is such a wonderful man for what he did. Being a girl, I did the whole "well I don't know" deal. This man, he looked over at me and said, "You want to go to Waffle House, don't you?" HECK YES I WANTED TO GO TO WAFFLE HOUSE!! AND SO WE WENT!
Oh man. SO GOOD. Words cannot describe it.
Tasty grits, yummy waffles...so delicious! Cheap, quick and tasty! ...I'm positive there's an inappropriate joke in there somewhere, but I'll leave that to your imagination.
THE WEIRDEST GAS STATION EVER
On our way back from New Orleans, after our trip was over, Brent stopped at what I can only describe as the most redneck place I have ever seen in my life. I do not like to stereotype people, that's not my deal. To each their own. But if there was ever a town where a person could kiss their cousin, murder someone in the driveway and feed the body to the gators, this was it.
He stopped to get gas at this store. Strangely enough, there was a Middle Eastern man working behind the counter of this back-woods mom and pop shop. That was something I certainly hadn't expected, considering I hadn't seen a single Middle Eastern person the entire time I was down there. The store was WAY bigger than it looked from the outside and had a small stand inside where they were selling fried chicken sandwiches. It was all really bizarre. BUT! As a bonus, they sold Pina Colada Sobe, which is something you'd never find up North so whatever.
Brent is CRAZY. THIS MAN....he bought a sandwich from this place! And he ate it! Luckily he was fine after eating it, but it's interesting to me that he doesn't have any reserves about eating questionable foods from gas stations. Needless to say we got out of there as quickly as possible.
The rest of the traveling to and from is mostly uneventful. Most of the back and forth from Florida to New Orleans and back is really non-existent for me, thanks to my seemingly travel related narcolepsy. There is however, something to say for being in a car with another person for eighteen plus hours and not wanting to murder each other. This might be thanks to GPS, stopping people from arguing about which way to go since...well...whenever GPS started to get efficient.
Enjoy some pictures of the scenery!
THE WEIRDEST GAS STATION EVER
On our way back from New Orleans, after our trip was over, Brent stopped at what I can only describe as the most redneck place I have ever seen in my life. I do not like to stereotype people, that's not my deal. To each their own. But if there was ever a town where a person could kiss their cousin, murder someone in the driveway and feed the body to the gators, this was it.
He stopped to get gas at this store. Strangely enough, there was a Middle Eastern man working behind the counter of this back-woods mom and pop shop. That was something I certainly hadn't expected, considering I hadn't seen a single Middle Eastern person the entire time I was down there. The store was WAY bigger than it looked from the outside and had a small stand inside where they were selling fried chicken sandwiches. It was all really bizarre. BUT! As a bonus, they sold Pina Colada Sobe, which is something you'd never find up North so whatever.
Brent is CRAZY. THIS MAN....he bought a sandwich from this place! And he ate it! Luckily he was fine after eating it, but it's interesting to me that he doesn't have any reserves about eating questionable foods from gas stations. Needless to say we got out of there as quickly as possible.
The rest of the traveling to and from is mostly uneventful. Most of the back and forth from Florida to New Orleans and back is really non-existent for me, thanks to my seemingly travel related narcolepsy. There is however, something to say for being in a car with another person for eighteen plus hours and not wanting to murder each other. This might be thanks to GPS, stopping people from arguing about which way to go since...well...whenever GPS started to get efficient.
Enjoy some pictures of the scenery!