South Carolina

So I just got back from a road trip to SC with my friend Nicole. We saw many crazy sights on the way down. We ate garbage from fast food places and drank lots of caffinated sodas to stay awake. I just bought a new car and thats what we took down, so I drove the whole time. My back hurts. We got in around 9pm that night. In the rain. We slept in the next day them went visiting. Nicole's family owns a slaughter house and meat packing plant. We drove over there to visit. Upon arriving there, I proceeded to slam the middle and ring finger of my right hand in my car door. It hurt. Nicole said she knew it was back when I had to open my door with the handle to pull my fingers out. I knew it was bad when my middle finger was bent the wrong way. With ice the numbness finally left, though my finger was very swollen and looked nasty. We drove to the grocery store for food and first aid supplies. I bought cloth tape, neosporin and band-aids. At home, I discovered that my neosporin box was empty. That's right. There was nothing in it. I don't remember thinking the box felt light or that I didn't hear the tube rattling around in it. So no neo for my finger. It was all good. We went visiting some more. We came home to help make dinner. Fresh steaks. I was cooking on the stove and my pot was done. I burnt a finger on my left hand trying to move the pot. Ouch! We had an early wake -up the next morning. We had to drive 3+ hours to Clemson University for the football game. It was ok. Tailgating and drinking at 9am is hard to get your mind around. So I ate some food. But didn't drink. It was too early. We made it through the first half before the game got lightening delayed. The warning siren sounded like an air-raid call. It was LOUD! So we went home early, stopping at Outback for some dinner. Once home we lazed about and went to bed early. By 10:30 the next morning, Nicole and I were on the road, headed home. We kept a good pace, stopping for food in NC and then stopping at Mile 97 in NC on I-95 for gas and the bathroom. Just FYI, don't go to the Shell station at this exit!! Nicole had to ask for the toilet paper in the girls bathroom, it smelled like a port-a-potty and you couldn't buy tampons from the machine in the bathroom. Because it sold condoms. How classy. We proceeded quite nicely around Richmond and DC, finally gettting back to Rt 50. Back across the bridge and home to Gransonville. Nicole still had to drive up to Henderson, but it wasn't that far. We had a great adventure. Next time, Russell is driving! PS. There are now over 1,550 miles on the car I bought on Monday.