Day 5

We woke up around 9 and headed out to Huey's, a New Orleans Style restaurant, for breakfast. YUM. There was a little more shopping and then we experienced our first Sox-Hating. We were both wearing our sox shirts and in a candy store we had an older man walk by us, then come back and say, "I shouldn't be saying anything, but I couldn't help it with both you ladies wearing those shirts! I am a proud Yankee fan!" He was so cute. We chatted for a bit. It was nice...

We got settled at the hotel (with the correct rate, yay!) and got on the road to DC. We had been gloating the day before about how extremely well the trip had gone, no snafus and just so smooth. I think we jinxed it.

So we headed out towards DC. I had made this binder with directions divided by each leg of the journey. I made a mistake on our Savannah to DC directions though and instead of going from Savannah, it went from Morrow, GA. So the directions had us going back to Atlanta, and then to DC, which is definitely out of the way. So, Alicia's the amazing girl she is dealt with me and we figured out eventually how to get on the right road (that is after we attempted to find 95 once and turned around - oh that's right, it was the exit AFTER the one where we turned around).

So, we get on 95 and we're going, it's a decent drive. We leave Georgia, head in to South Carolina, pass the town of Coosawatchie and then out of the trunk in front of me flies some black thing, i have no clue what it was. There was then a ping sound, something hitting the car, and we started to swerve a bit. To our right, a driver yelled, you have a flat tire. Oh yes folks. We cursed ourselves good. A nice flat tired near the town of Coosawatchie.

Well, Alicia called AAA and we got someone on the way. Mind you, we both know how to change a flat, but, on the busy highway, we just didn't want to deal with it. At all. So we had about 45 minutes to wait for them. As we are waiting, a police cruiser pulled up behind us and out came a VERY handsome trooper. His name was Perry. We called him (not to his face) "Super Trooper Perry".
Anyways, he and his giant arms told us where the next Wal*Mart was, and said he'd check in on us in a little bit. The AAA guy came with his big belly. He fixed it in no time, and we were on our way to Wally World.

The guy at Wal*Mart was super nice... however we had about an hour to wait. So, we played. The coolest thing about the store was the cookie samples. Oh yes, tons of cookies! Lovely. Finally we were back on the road. I must say, at this point, both of us were wearing thin. Totally ready to just be home... not DC, home.

The rest of the drive was alright. I freaked out at every little sound, but everything was always fine. We stopped to fill up on gas, and grab ourselves some Sonic.

We met "larry the cable guy", who really wasn't as famous as the other guy, but still entertaining. The Sonic on the other hand, not so entertaining. Perhaps it was the rate at which we inhaled the food, or perhaps it was that we hadn't eaten fast food burgers in forever, but whatever it was, it just wasn't right.

We took our icky stomachs to DC. We were totally on our last legs, and the lack of parking just kinda took us over the edge when we got to Becky's. Alicia and I were done with the road trip, but sadly, we couldn't actually be done. We were only in DC! Becky set us up wonderfully in her apartment. Alicia had the air mattress to herself and I got to cuddle with my Beck-1! It was most certainly time to crash.