Southern Country Bumpkin Roadtrip

A Thursday morning missed flight. A standby gamble through Cincinnati. Late night pulled pork sandwiches and karaoke in Raleigh. Brunch time fried chicken at Bojangles. Major Lazer on the radio. Myrtle Beach promenade and Wild Wild East photo shoots and ice cream cones. Electric lemonade and fried pickles. Roadside country stores and more Major Lazer on the radio.

Family and HBO specials outside of Charleston. Sleeping in and morning coffee and downtown carriage rides. Plantation home restaurants, hush puppies and grits and collard greens and city markets and confederate history, the harbor and southern accents and mansion homes and little kitties and pineapple fountains and be still my heart!

Massive oak trees and wildlife and humidity and greenery and rocking chairs. Major Lazer on the radio. Creepy old pensions and ubers. Drinking on the streets. Pecan chicken po-boys and collard greens and Yuenglings and eccentricity and hardcore gothic crowds and no they're not from Savannah and sharing futons and Georgia humidity and foggy windows, alligator chairs and grits and Spanish moss oak trees. Bull Street parade and fountains and incorrect lines in coffee shops. Chippewa Square and Forrest Gump and rain, rain, rain. Barbershops and rain, rain, rain. Starbucks and rain. Juliette Gordon Low's birthplace and rain. Candy kitchens and pet stores and art markets and friends on the Dot. River ferries and waving girls and peanut stores and fried gator tail, hush puppies and crab chowder. Rain and rain. Drinks and crazy bartenders and forgotten credit cards and Spanish moss oaks. Sights and sounds and rain. Courtyard rain and talk and showers and sleep.

Early morning road trippin and coffee and gas. Major Lazer on the radio, sad little amusement park, last chance for grits, and a Raleigh airport drop off just in time to sail through Minneapolis, arrive in LAX and wait longer at Del Taco than I did for my pick-up.

Home with my kitty and missing Jayna and the south!