Going South

After the night of debauchery at our friends home in New Jersey, we left early Sunday morning for South Carolina. We left the house at 5 AM in morning and it was uneventful for the first couple of hours till we made our first stop in Delaware, which if you did not know is the seconds smallest state. It was a Starbucks and it was to buy one of their delicious 500.00 coffees, which I just love. I climbed out of our car and was waiting for my wife to exit. For some unknown reason she always takes 4 or 5 minutes to exit our car, go figure. Well anyway she finally makes it out of the car and opens the back door to get her sweatshirt. Just as she was closing the door I hit the auto lock. The door did not close all the way so she turned to pushed the door closed with her butt. She succeeded in closing the door and she also succeeded in putting a giant dent in it as well. Well I was holy shitting all over the place, I could not believe what had just happen. But oh well whats a couple of hundred dollar repair bill.

After a couple of hundred miles I had finally calmed down and was looking for a little lunch. We were now in North Carolina and I was really looking for a little time out of the car. We spotted a fast food establishment called Bojangles. It's specialty is fried chicken and southern fix'ins. I want to make a point here and say that all during the week we spent in the south I did not have one healthy meal, no sir not one salad. So I step up to give my order " Two number 1's,a coke and a ice tea." And that's when the girl behind the counter asked me 'in some language that I did not understand a question. Not understanding I replied "What?" And she repeated the same question that I previously could not understand and still could not understand. My next reply was "Yea OK. And when my order did come I had agreed to have my coke with a dollop of mayo and my wife's ice tea with barbecue sauce. Watch what you say"Yea OK" too.

The rest of the trip was uneventful. To get to Pawleys Island SC you make a left off of Rt.95 at South Of the Border. This is a maze of building that you can see, at night, for 10 miles before you get to it. It is the brightest spot on the east coast. The spot features not only restaurants, gas stations and a motel, but also a small amusement park, shopping (including, formerly, adult entertainment at the "Dirty Old Man Shop"), and, famously, fireworks.Its mascot is Pedro, an extravagantly stereotypical Mexican bandido. In the fifties my family use to drive down to Fla.in the summer every year and you would start to see signs with Pedro on it telling you "Only 250 miles to South of the Border." They would count down the mileage for about 300 hundred miles. It use to keep my brother and I busy on this boring trip, spotting these signs on the way down. So South of the Border will always be close to my heart.

Tune in for more exciting adventures on our trip down south in the coming days.