Ok, so first we plan to leave Rock Hill at 10 am. We didn’t leave Rock Hill ’til 4 pm. DOH! That was all good, though, because we found out in Georgia that we didn’t have taillights. (Had we left on time, we wouldn’t have known for who knows how long.) I mean, we have brake lights, reverse lights, all that — but when we turn on the headlights…no taillights. How’d we find this out? A very nice policeman pulled us over to tell us. :nod:

So he advised we used our “flashers” ’til we got wherever we were going. Now we’re about three *hours from Lisa’s house at that point. The idea of having to use our hazard lights all that way is not exactly thrilling me. So we pull off at the next exit and dink around with the wires and fuses and whatnot. Still nothing. Um, yay. So, we rode the rest of the way to Lisa’s with our hazard lights on. Wuh-oot.

We managed to resist the hypnosis-inducing sound of the hazard lights and, at long last (ok, so it was ’bout eight hours, whatever), we arrive at Lisa’s. (YAYAYAY! And EEEEEEeeeEEEEeeEEEe! And YAYAYAY again!) We get there, and since Bill and I can’t get enough of riding in cars, we force Lisa and Jake out to Denny’s at midnight. (We were gonna go to Waffle House, but Lisa said theirs was in a kinda skanky area — and I thought this was a requirement to even open a Waffle House. Boy, is my face red!)

We hang out at Denny’s ’til about 2 am. (We just talked and talked and talked.) So we’re heading back to Lisa’s — Lis’ and I in the front, Jake and Bill in the back. Lisa and I are running our mouths 90 miles a minute ’cause, yanno, we don’t talk to each other *every single day. :nod: (Ok, I’m being funny there, but it was so so sososososososoooooo freakin’ awesome to actually talk to her face-to-face. I do not heart living this far from her, but I digress.)

As we’re getting off this exit ramp, we see this truck and car about to crash. Both of us are thinking, “Holy shit…that truck’s so not gonna go, right?” Then the truck does, indeed, go…right into a Ford Contour. It sent the Contour sliding across the freakin’ road (we’re talking across two freakin’ lanes, people!). Lisa and I had both just stopped talking ’cause it was just amazing to see…really, really scary. And it happened so damn fast.

ANYway, Lisa pulls off ’cause we’re the only witnesses. (Lisa’s a good citizen like that. Just don’t ask about handjobs, alright?) So we’re going down to make sure no one’s hurt when everyone in both vehicles staggers out. Both of us give giant sighs of relief that everyone’s ok to walk.

A Sheriff’s officer was like two blocks away, so he was there before we even got out of the car. He interviews the people in the cars, then he talks to us — separately. Which freaked me out, and those of you who know about my history will understand my horror at having to talk to a cop all by myself. :cackle:

Anyway, he tells us to hang out since the wreck is probably gonna be the city cops’ deal, not the sheriff’s. Ok, cool. We wait. And wait. And wait. We head over to make sure the city cop (who’s been interviewing the people who were actually in the cars) still wants our statements or whatever. He tells us to hang tight. We do. And as we do, we get to see him do a field sobriety test on the driver of the truck. (Excellent call, IMO, since the entire wreck was completely his fault.)

Then we get to watch as he arrests the drunken idiot. And believe me, aside from the DUI, this guy is an idiot. As Officer Friendly (and I’m not being facetious — this was possibly one of the coolest cops I’ve ever met) frisks DrunkBoy, O.F. pulls a Baggie of dope out of DB’s front pocket. And if that wasn’t enough, OF reaches in and pulls out a second Baggie of dope.

Ok, now this is just absolutely retarded. DB had plenty of time to ditch that shit, and no one would’ve noticed. Seriously. He was walking around the gas station (it happened right in front of the gas station) for an hour with no one paying him any damn mind. And then he got caught. Dumbass.

So, after all this, OF comes over and asks for our names and addresses. He cracked right up when he realized we had just gotten in from South Carolina. :grin: One positive thing (aside from Jake’s object lesson in the dangers of DUI), if the Florida State Attorney wants me to testify, they’ll fly me back first class. I’m rooting for DB to decide to go to trial — free trip to Lisa’s. WOOOOOOT! It was about 3:30 - 3:45 before this is all over. We head to Lisa’s and wind up staying up ’til 5 am chatting. (I heart Lisa and Jake a lot, people.)

The next morning, everyone’s up at like 10 am. (Ok, y’all know how weird that is for me anyway, but after going to bed at 5??) We decided to hang out at Lisa’s all day ’cause we’re all just sort of bummy. (Lisa and I proudly wore jammies from Friday night/Sat. morning ’til Sunday afternoon. Goddamn, we’re sexy bitches. :nod:)

I swear to God, I talked myself hoarse this weekend, and it was so much fun. It was like we just couldn’t spit all the words out fast enough. What’s so awesome about that is we e-mail/IM/whatever every day. EVERY day, so it’s not like we had catching up to do, but we never ran out of things to say. It was great. :)

Saturday night, we head out to find something sweet. (Jake shares my sweet tooth, I think. I love that kid. Ok. Ok. Here, this’ll say it all — I dig Jake as much as my own kids. In fact, I have nary a negative thing to say about Jake. Now come on, y’all…I don’t like other people’s kids most of the time. Except Jake. If Matt acts like Jake when Matt’s 13, I’ll be a happy, happy, happy camper.)

We wind up at the convenience store ’cause the sidewalks in Lisa’s town get rolled up at 10 pm, even on a Saturday night. :grin: I think Lisa was shocked — I actually went in in PJs. :preen: We get back home, talk some more and finally go to bed at 1 am. (And no, I did not nap!) It sounds boring, but it so was *not boring. It was just…wonderful.

Sunday morning, we all roll out of bed ’bout 9 am, and we decide we’re gonna sightsee and junk. ‘Bout two *pm,* we’re sort of ready to go. I wanted to find someone to take care of the caterpillars above my eyes, and Lisa had to go to Publix (a grocery store). Jake’s still getting ready (he’s like a girl about getting ready — it takes forever and it’s gotta be *just so* :nod:), so we head out and do the boring crap first.

We went to the Hair Cuttery, and they were snotty to me. (I think it’s ’cause Lisa took a goofy pic of me outside.) Fine, I don’t want Juana the SheMale who can’t even wax her upper lip handling my damn eyebrows anyway. Hrmph. Over to Publix we go. Lisa gets her stuff, and we head back to finish getting ready.

We finally get out to sightsee. We saw Kennedy Space Center first (awesome. I have pics. Post ‘em later). Then we headed to Cocoa Beach. We had dinner at this bar that happened to serve food (restaurant is just going too far there) and talked and talked and talked. (Pics of that, too. See previous note about pics.)

UGH! I’m so not making this sound as fun as it really was!! After Cocoa Beach, we head to Cape Canaveral. We did some sightseeing, then decided to head back ’cause it was getting dark. Oh, SHIT! I forgot — we had to stop at Lisa’s library to take a pic of me in front of it. It’s something Jean does, so we had to. I also used Lisa’s big, black purse (which is eerily like Jean’s black monstrosity) to pose like Jean. (She does this funny thing with carrying her purse. Again. Pics. Later.) We head back to Lisa’s, and Lisa and I commence to drinking rum & soda and harassing Jean via the telephone. (Again, no asking about handjobs, kids.)

I was so damn sad to leave this morning. I did not want to go at all. I managed to not get weepy about it. Ok, I held out ’til the city limits anyway. I was already missing Lisa and Jake. And the silly cats. (Bill made best friends with Lisa’s new kitten, Beatrice. It was adorable. Pics. Later.) I know y’all are thinking it doesn’t sound like fun, but it was. It was seriously just…fun. And for those of you who have online best friends that you met after a long time of e-mails and all, you know just what I mean. :)

And before I forget, I took more pictures of Gina, Ginger, Haley and Beatrice (the cats who generously allow Lis’ and Jake to share their home :nod:) than I did of anything else. @@ at me, but damnit, they were so cute! (Pics. Lat…you know the deal.)

Anyway, I heart Lisa and Jake. And I’m stealing Haley, the big, blind tuxedo cat who now lives for coffee milk, I hope. :beam: