Instead we got lunch at Fazoli's, yes, I chose a fast-food Italian chain. They have good bread sticks and you can't screw up baked ziti. And unlike me, Bethany didn't want two barbeque meals in a weekend. On the other hand, I'd be okay to eat it four or five times, but I guess that's just me.
Our first stop is Sam's Club the place for people who love Wal-Mart but wish they carried ketchup by the gallon. Then we hit some other spots as well:
|Pictured: The South|
|Back at TJ Max. Yes, they do sell canoes there in the South.|
|Hanging out with Chewbacca|
|*Spoiler Alert* This is a screen shot from Star Wars Episode VII The Force Awakens|
|Seriously. How cute am I?|
Firstly, my wig was not happy. Due to wind and wear it was starting to get tangled. While I tried to brush it as best I could , all that did was rip out some hair that couldn't be replaced. I did my best, the wig definitely wasn't looking as nice as day one. By day three it was starting to look a little more worn than I would have liked. But, I had not choice but to try and rock it as best I could, tangled up ends or not.
Secondly, my new sandals decided that I had too much skin on my feet and started the process of removing it from my big toe and right by lateral malleus (you know that bony bump on the outside) on my ankle. Of course, with my other sandals, my more comfy sandals, broken, I had no choice but to Band-Aid up (plasters for you British readers). Thus after four of her errands, I made my friend stop at the grocery so I could get a box of Band-Aids (adhesive strips for my generic-product buying readers).
|Also I needed wine. To help me dull the pain of uncomfy footwear.|
While I grew up in the South (in Alabama, Georgia and Virginia) my family is solidly Union, from Connecticut and New York actually. In my family we had abolitionist writers and even a Union general in the Civil War. The Confederacy is definitely not part of my heritage. And even if they were, I wouldn't promote the Confederate States of America as a symbol of Southern pride. I mean, could you come up with a worse example of a country. Slavery notwithstanding the, CSA was a terrible country. I mean, as soon as they existed, they immediately declared war on their much more powerful neighbor and then proceeded to lose that war in an amazingly spectacular fashion, destroying their economy in the process. Good job, guys! Seriously, why would a Southerner be proud of that? You think they'd be deeply ashamed. Ah well.
|This is the site of the original South Carolina Statehouse that was burned to the ground by Sherman. Here I stand gloating.|
|Yep, wearing a dress on a state capitol of a Southern state. That's worth 3000 points.|
Yeah, then a racist asshole shot some nice, friendly, innocent people in a church in South Carolina. Ugh.
And in response, many South Carolinians, and Americans, and the world, realized it was damn well time for the racist rag to come down from any flagpole on the Statehouse grounds. And a bunch of old, racist white men in the legislature refused. So one awesome, courageous African American woman scaled the pole and cut it down!
|America wins. |
So here I am at the spot where not only did the flag come down, the entire flag pole was removed! How great is that! This is the spot where it once stood! And me (a Northerner) gloating some more!
|Suck it, Confederate States of America! In the paraphrased words of Darth Vader "Now your failure is complete!"|
|Insert "Cock" joke here.|
And on my trip, I had gotten to see some more of the South and even some places important to national history. The next day would mean flying out of Charlotte and heading back home.
|Plus I had the sexiest nails ever. Look at them!|
You can also check out my whole exciting trip!
Day Four (And Final Thoughts)