We don’t really remember much of the drive, but we arrived at the hotel, got all checked in and headed out to get some pizza. A quick stop at Rite-Aid for some salad peppers for Adam and some rootbeer, then off to the pizza joint. Here is a hint for everyone, don’t bother with Pizza Inn if you are in the East/South or wherever you find it. As further proof, Adam’s nephew thinks it is the bomb! It was just your average pizza, except it wasn’t hot. The people were really nice though!
After eating we chatted with Adam’s folks and decided we would probably be the ones picking them up on our way to
Friday we slept in (this is not really that new, we have been sleeping in most everyday of this trip), but it felt good since we were kind of not feeling so great. And being in a hotel we didn’t feel so bad about taking a 5 hour shower to clear things out a bit!
If we drove directly to Charleston it would take us about 4 hours and we would arrive there about 3 hours before Adam’s parents landed, so we decided on the spur of the moment to take a state highway. It was really mellow and relaxing, just what we needed for not feeling so well. We got to go through some little towns, stopped at a few places and were having a relaxing time. About 3 hours into this trip Adam asked how much longer it looked like it might be before we got to Charleston. Tony, being the expert navigator that he is, dutifully took measurements and added up estimated driving times and distances and said “Four hours.” At this point, Adam stopped talking and the enjoyable drive through the countryside lost its relaxational properties. Returning to the main highway would not have changed the driving time as it was a ways away and all roads to it went North, the opposite direction of our destination. We drove on in relative silence, rather annoyed at having been duped and not having thought this out a bit more!
About 4 hours later we informed Adam’s parents that we would be at the airport shortly to pick them up. Luckily they had arrived at about
We packed them into the car with their luggage, it was not a comfortable ride. But they treated us to dinner for the lift. ( We should think so! We drove all the way from
For those of you not in the know, the Waffle House is a Southern tradition. That said, you should go there, once, and only once, unless you like grease. Adam ordered a salad, should be simple enough, right? We should have known that something was wrong when they came back and asked if he wanted the hardboiled egg on it, they wanted to make sure he knew this was part of their deli salad, as it sounded pretty odd to them. There were a total of two sliced carrots about the size of a dime on the entire salad. Adam had never had a carrot cut so thin it was not crispy before this meal. At the bottom of the place we found the red cabbage. Despite the difficulty the staff had with the salad it tasted pretty much like well, a salad! Adam’s dad, John, ordered eggs with hash browns and a pancake. Tony had a burger with a side of grits. Note to self, don’t eat the grits at Waffle House. Denise had something with grease on it we’re pretty sure. The buildings are shaped kind of like a double wide, the food seemed to fit the theme and the staff really played it up, making sure to yell and holler a lot, to complete the atmosphere! It was really quite charming [insert sarcasm here].
We pulled into
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