It’s hard not to love The South.
Especially in the fall.
I had a very rushed trip, which I regret in so many ways.
I was up at 4 a.m. on Friday (after going to bed at 1:15 a.m.).
I was booked nonstop every minute I was in North Carolina.
(Above photo taken by a drunk person who prefers to stay nameless?)
For one thing, there was a very important Beer Pong Game I had to win.
I’m a beer pong secret weapon.
I’m so terrible, no one expects me to sink a ball.
But hey, I made four shots so our team could come from behind and win!
(I held my right arm up high with my left hand so I could throw the ball with my right hand. Trying to throw it with my left hand/arm was clearly never going to sink a shot.)
I might have jumped up and down with joy and screamed a lot every time I made a shot.
Did I mention I had the worst hangover of my entire life the next day?
I’m pretty sure my brain might have exploded.
I also had the opportunity to taste a bite or two of North Carolina BBQ, grits, biscuits, and fried green tomatoes while I was traveling.
(Not all at one sitting – and no, I’m still not a fan of grits.)
I returned to California last night.
Yes, I really did spend over 11 of the last 72 hours on a plane.
No, I haven’t slept well (or nearly enough) in at least a week.
I’ve vowed to spend more time whenever I next pay the Carolina’s a visit.
After all, there are so many things in The South I’ve yet to experience ….