Vacation Highlights
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Vacation time in Fayetteville was mostly spent playing Martha Stewart at my sister's apartment. She had been ill so we couldn't really do much, but that was all right. I wanted to just see her, anyway. Plus, the three of us can have fun doing the most ridiculously lame things--we made baked macaroni and cheese and just about killed ourselves with laughter, and were entertained for hours by painting picture frames.
Her neighbor, Brenda-the-world's-only-adorable-stripper, gave dancing lessons one night when we were all sliiiiightly tipsy. Their husbands weren't allowed to watch but were playing Peeping Tom at the window--when discovered, they squealed like little girls and ran away. The sight of two reeeeally big Army boys running and shrieking? Yeah. Will not be forgotten. ;-)
In fact, I think I shall bring it up next time those Army boys try to tell me about how tough men are and how women shouldn't be President, CEO, blahblahblah.
The most amazing things we saw? Trisha's husband, his friends? Don't have necks! Some of them came to lunch! Very strange. They refrained from scratching themselves at the dinner table but I think it was a struggle. The grocery store was so awesome--cracklins and chitlins and 8 ft beefstick. None of my favorite pastries, or Trisha's favorite anything. Hock-of-something-weird. The Winn-Dixie deli had only one brand of cheese and no jalapeno ham! No corned beef! What kind of sandwiches can you make without jalapeno ham or corned beef, I ask? Peanut butter and jelly? Booooring. *G* Hardees burgers are huge, there was a Sonic drive-in! and you can't get a plain doughnut anywhere, they're all glazed. Even the chocolate frosted, creme filled doughnuts are glazed! And...there are strange brands of soda. But good. *G*
Also, movies were 7.50 instead of 8.75! And there was a replica of the Eiffel Tower, but Cujo assured us it was no fun unless you were planning on, "I dunno, throwing pickles at it or something." Rude Awakenings was a marvelous coffee-shop. Got an iced chai there that was so good, I want to go back just for another. Ft. Bragg is immense and kind of scary. The antiques stores were awesome. Pawn shops, fast food restaurants and strip clubs were on like, every street practically.
Every girl over 12 had perfect hair and makeup, seriously. Well, not all of them, but even the girls with really baaaaaad hair and makeup looked like they'd put some effort into it. I felt out of place--all we do around here is toss our hair up and wrap an elastic around it. Hopefully, it looks kinda like a cool, spiky bun when you're done but that's not the goal. The one time I saw girls with hair I understood I was like, look! Eeee! I was excited. Turns out they were also from Massachusetts. *G*
Um...everyone we talked to about being from New England was like, "Snow! We close things down for a half-inch but you all get like, feet of it! In one winter!" This was heartening--I used that to cheer myself whenever I felt bad for slugging around in the heat.
The heat, OMG. And that's all I gotta say about that I think. I don't know how folks survive south of Conneticut, honestly. Takes more guts than I've got, for sure. *G*
I slept for most of the ride down--woke up for random 20 min intervals but wasn't really awake at all until we got to Richmond, VA. Poor Kerri was so bored. We did end up making the most hysterical 'silent film' involving her video camera and our Magna-Doodle, and also made 'cartoons'. Too too funny. But that only took up an hour or so and was, like I said, in Virginia. Until that point I'd been mostly a zombie--
But I did wake up in Bowie, Maryland! I didn't know where we were, asked Kerri, and then died laughing. She thinks it's sad that I know where JC grew up, but oh well. She was the one who remembered that a girl we went to school with her junior year had lived in Bowie until she moved to our town. Reminded me that this girl had told us she went to prom with the brother of a guy from NSYNC. Now I'm like, um. Gonna research that. I'm all curious for if it could even be true or not. But I was asleep again in thirty seconds. Bad NSYNC-obsessed chica, bad! *G* Slept for all of the ride back. I think the sleeping was caused by the dramamine, even though Kerri had bought the 'non-drowsy' formula. She assures me I didn't miss much. How could I, what with her poking me every time she saw a Cracker Barrel, Toys R Us, or Home Depot? Things that we have at home, thanks? ;-)
Anyway, home again. The dogs enjoyed their vacation at Mom's house even more than I enjoyed my time in Fayetteville--Mom still won't keep them, though. Not even one of them. I dunno how many times I offered her Keisha, only to be turned down. *siiigh* Popped in the MSG tape the second I got home, then watched Due South tapes, read Francesca's Permanent Record last night and am now going through and rereading everything on Temporary Insanity. I feel suitably fannish again. And glad to be home!
Vacation time in Fayetteville was mostly spent playing Martha Stewart at my sister's apartment. She had been ill so we couldn't really do much, but that was all right. I wanted to just see her, anyway. Plus, the three of us can have fun doing the most ridiculously lame things--we made baked macaroni and cheese and just about killed ourselves with laughter, and were entertained for hours by painting picture frames.
Her neighbor, Brenda-the-world's-only-adorable-stripper, gave dancing lessons one night when we were all sliiiiightly tipsy. Their husbands weren't allowed to watch but were playing Peeping Tom at the window--when discovered, they squealed like little girls and ran away. The sight of two reeeeally big Army boys running and shrieking? Yeah. Will not be forgotten. ;-)
In fact, I think I shall bring it up next time those Army boys try to tell me about how tough men are and how women shouldn't be President, CEO, blahblahblah.
The most amazing things we saw? Trisha's husband, his friends? Don't have necks! Some of them came to lunch! Very strange. They refrained from scratching themselves at the dinner table but I think it was a struggle. The grocery store was so awesome--cracklins and chitlins and 8 ft beefstick. None of my favorite pastries, or Trisha's favorite anything. Hock-of-something-weird. The Winn-Dixie deli had only one brand of cheese and no jalapeno ham! No corned beef! What kind of sandwiches can you make without jalapeno ham or corned beef, I ask? Peanut butter and jelly? Booooring. *G* Hardees burgers are huge, there was a Sonic drive-in! and you can't get a plain doughnut anywhere, they're all glazed. Even the chocolate frosted, creme filled doughnuts are glazed! And...there are strange brands of soda. But good. *G*
Also, movies were 7.50 instead of 8.75! And there was a replica of the Eiffel Tower, but Cujo assured us it was no fun unless you were planning on, "I dunno, throwing pickles at it or something." Rude Awakenings was a marvelous coffee-shop. Got an iced chai there that was so good, I want to go back just for another. Ft. Bragg is immense and kind of scary. The antiques stores were awesome. Pawn shops, fast food restaurants and strip clubs were on like, every street practically.
Every girl over 12 had perfect hair and makeup, seriously. Well, not all of them, but even the girls with really baaaaaad hair and makeup looked like they'd put some effort into it. I felt out of place--all we do around here is toss our hair up and wrap an elastic around it. Hopefully, it looks kinda like a cool, spiky bun when you're done but that's not the goal. The one time I saw girls with hair I understood I was like, look! Eeee! I was excited. Turns out they were also from Massachusetts. *G*
Um...everyone we talked to about being from New England was like, "Snow! We close things down for a half-inch but you all get like, feet of it! In one winter!" This was heartening--I used that to cheer myself whenever I felt bad for slugging around in the heat.
The heat, OMG. And that's all I gotta say about that I think. I don't know how folks survive south of Conneticut, honestly. Takes more guts than I've got, for sure. *G*
I slept for most of the ride down--woke up for random 20 min intervals but wasn't really awake at all until we got to Richmond, VA. Poor Kerri was so bored. We did end up making the most hysterical 'silent film' involving her video camera and our Magna-Doodle, and also made 'cartoons'. Too too funny. But that only took up an hour or so and was, like I said, in Virginia. Until that point I'd been mostly a zombie--
But I did wake up in Bowie, Maryland! I didn't know where we were, asked Kerri, and then died laughing. She thinks it's sad that I know where JC grew up, but oh well. She was the one who remembered that a girl we went to school with her junior year had lived in Bowie until she moved to our town. Reminded me that this girl had told us she went to prom with the brother of a guy from NSYNC. Now I'm like, um. Gonna research that. I'm all curious for if it could even be true or not. But I was asleep again in thirty seconds. Bad NSYNC-obsessed chica, bad! *G* Slept for all of the ride back. I think the sleeping was caused by the dramamine, even though Kerri had bought the 'non-drowsy' formula. She assures me I didn't miss much. How could I, what with her poking me every time she saw a Cracker Barrel, Toys R Us, or Home Depot? Things that we have at home, thanks? ;-)
Anyway, home again. The dogs enjoyed their vacation at Mom's house even more than I enjoyed my time in Fayetteville--Mom still won't keep them, though. Not even one of them. I dunno how many times I offered her Keisha, only to be turned down. *siiigh* Popped in the MSG tape the second I got home, then watched Due South tapes, read Francesca's Permanent Record last night and am now going through and rereading everything on Temporary Insanity. I feel suitably fannish again. And glad to be home!
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Date: 2002-08-22 09:49 am (UTC)