a major pro to nursing school is fall break. what an idea! i’d been promising diana i would come and visit her in north carolina, well, basically since the moment my plane landed on the east coast last may, so last weekend was the perfect time to make an appearance.
north carolina is the furthest south i’ve ever been, and i was pleasantly surprised with everything it had to offer me. the whole place was completely enshrouded in trees, which made driving equally parts beautiful and confusing, as it is quite possible to drive an extra 17 exits while having a heated conversation and never knowing the difference (oops) due to the fact that everything looks the same: green.
my little trip down south taught me a lot of new things about north carolina, for instance all men will probably wear some variation of a pastel polo with a croakie on their sunglasses, and grits will be on every menu. the trip also taught me a few new life lessons, too, mostly NEVER TO RIDE A GREYHOUND BUS FROM WASHINGTON, DC AT 2 AM. nope. it doesn’t matter if tickets are only 16 dollars. it doesn’t matter if you’ll save time because you’re going through the night. nope. your “bus” will probably end up being nothing more than a mobile homeless shelter containing the dregs of society and their various stenches who opt to carry their belongings in cardboard boxes and garbage bags scattered around haphazardly. if you’re lucky, some guy will intermittently yell at you between bouts at others about his time playing pro football and his veterinarian mother. if ever you find yourself in this position, opt to look as drugged out as the rest of the patrons (even if your disposition is strictly due to insomnia) and dress as androgynously as possible as to deter anyone from talking to you. if you’re really feeling up to it, snap a pic like that captured below at 3 am during a three hour layover in a richmond greyhound station to culminate the experience. (can you tell i had a great time?? if i exhibit symptoms of PTSD now you know why)
thankfully the trip got really great once i got off the bus because DIANA and BRUNCH. we had biscuits and sweet bread with eggs and homefries, pancakes, orange juice…. everything i needed to remedy the night before.
(let me clear up any confusion here and now regarding my sweatshirt. i did, in fact, wear it every day while on vacation. actually, i’m wearing it right now, too. that folks, is what happens when all your clothes are in idaho. that, however, is a life lesson for another day. lol)
diana had a whole host of activities planned for out weekend, giving her the best host of the year award. here we are went to paint night, channelling our inner picasso. it was great. we were the only sober ones up in that wine bar by the end of the night and everybody was a comedian. can’t say i blamed them, though, painting is stressful. i totally understand how that kind of situation could drive you to cut off your own ear.
another day we hit up the SEGWAY TOUR. when diana text me to see if i’d be down for such an adventure, i met her with a resounding YES because the only thing i like more that making fun of people on segway tours is going on my own. but really, how legit do we look on those things? tourists today are the mall cops of tomorrow!
downtown raleigh is quaint. i want all of the homes.
also, we went through the cemetery, which was awesome. i have a strange, somewhat morbid fascination with cemeteries, and so portion of the tour was right up my alley. it was full of confederate soldiers and a few union soldiers who were buried there by accident (lol oops).
each morning we went to a new place for a little run/ hike. again, TREES! also, snakes in the river!
of course we had no other option than to go to TCBY afterwards, seeing as we worked there together in high school and consumed so much then that it is an integral part of our beings, both body and spirit. AMEN.
oh, one more! here we are on another run one day. yelp told me this was the BEST RUNNING TRAIL EVER, so we obviously had to drive 45 minutes to it. well, turns out the beautiful part of the trail was under construction so we ended up running next to the interstate? oops? oh well at least we got this sweaty picture for the grandkids!
all in all a great time with my best friend ever. the older i get the more i realize that being an adult is cool, but having your friends all live far away from you is NOT.