I’m hell of in Hotlanta! Except that it’s not hot. It’s like 54 degrees. Admittedly, that’s about 20 degrees better than at home, but when I come to a place with a nickname including the word “Hot” I expect to have my piss boiling within my bladder. Instead, if I were to step outside in the nude (which happens more than you’d dare hope), my wank would immediately retreat into my torso, NEVER TO RETURN.
Anyway, the drive was nice. We stopped off in Durham (home of the Durham “Sellout” Bulls) for the night, and took the opportunity to drink some Heinekins and enjoy a breakfast buffet. We did one before bed, and one after. I’ll leave it to you to decide which was when.
We’ll be here for a couple days, and then we’ll be driving back north, stopping off at another hotel on the way home, possibly a battlefield or Dale Earnhardt memorial or three. We’ll hit up Kyle and Kris in Richmond for a day or two, and then “Jodd” (Jodi and Todd) in DC, and then home.
Now you know our itinerary! If anything is missing from my house, I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU.
