** I'm driving to Charlotte, North Carolina TODAY! Anyone in the area is invited to join me for Happy Hour at Roosters in the South Park area. I will be arriving there around 4:30 in the afternoon and I may not leave until closing. **
Being here in The South is an interesting experience. I never realized how much of a California girl I am. It's beautiful here. I still can't get over the trees. There are trees … big, huge, enormous trees everywhere I look. I've never seen so many trees. I've never seen so many BIG trees. They are spectacular.
The people in The South are so damn friendly. They're fantastic! They're warm and inviting and full of hospitality. I have to stare at their lips when they talk though to decipher what they're saying. They add extra syllables all over the place with their southern drawls. Haiiiiiiiiiiiiii there! I love it, but I have to listen closely to always understand.
My husband was served grits with his breakfast. Grits! I want to know if grits are a vegetable? What exactly are they? Where do grits come from and whose idea was it to eat them? I tasted them and all I could taste was lots and lots of butter. Why not just melt butter and sip it? Are there any vitamins in grits? Are they good for you?
I was given a biscuit with my breakfast and they asked if I wanted gravy on it. Gravy? I eat gravy exactly once each year. Gravy is for turkey on Thanksgiving. What are they thinking putting gravy on biscuits? I declined, although I've been told I missed a "treat."
We spent the day getting my son settled in his dorm room. His lost baggage showed up in the afternoon. (I still hate you American Airlines!) Mid-day, I sipped lemonade under a big, big, tree and felt very Southern-ish. Later I was told that lemonade on a hot day under a big tree is sort of Southern-ish, but it would have been more Southern-ish if I had been drinking Sweet Tea. I've seen Sweet Tea here, but I've yet to try it.
I feel like Scarlett O'Hara from Gone With the Wind by just being here.
There are big, ghastly, bugs here called cicadas.
They make a lot of really loud noise. Some of my Twitter friends told me they are flies on steroids, nuclear mutant grasshoppers, and the state bird of the south. I don't like cicadas one bit. They creep me out.
I've been told they also have fireflies (sometimes called lightening bugs), but I haven't seen one yet. I'm very disappointed because I've never seen a firefly in my life. My Southern friends tell me I'm missing out on one of the great joys in life and I believe them.
I really want to see a firefly.
Will someone capture a few in a jar and fed-ex them to me before they die? You think I'm joking, don't you?
I went to a special reception with the Dean of my son's new college in the late afternoon. I had to wear a dress. (Horrors!) There were a lot of people in a crowded reception hall with no air conditioning. I was dripping unladylike sweat. I realized then I'm nowhere near ladylike enough to live in The South.
There are a lot of very proper women here. They don't sweat or anything. I'm not very proper at all. I imagine most of the proper women here would be quite appalled by me. I apologize to each and every one of them right now, upfront. I apologize for sweating in 90 degree heat and amazing humidity. (By the way, humidity is not a good thing if you want your hair to look nice!) I apologize for not being the least bit proper in every other way also.
In the evening, we had dinner with a few other parents. We went to a very nice, but casual, restaurant and sat outside. An outdoor fan blew on us and it felt good because it's very hot here. It's hot even at night which is very different from California where the nights are cool even on the hottest of days. It was a fun evening, the people we were with were wonderful and I really enjoyed myself.
Today I will see my son for exactly ten minutes in the morning to say good-bye to him. I will be sobbing. &
#0160;Then he will be whisked away for all sorts of orientation activities for the remainder of the day. I will attend a parent orientation for most of the morning. I will most likely be crying so badly that I'll have to be escorted out. I'm not good at good-byes.
After that I will be driving to Charlotte where I hope to meet several of you in the late afternoon/evening. I might drink heavily to distract myself from the fact I have just dropped my son off 3,000 miles away from home. I hope all of you who can will join me!
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