We left for Mobile, Alabama early in the morn and the first leg to Atlanta would normally be full of monotony if I were able to ignore the five women I am riding with in a Suburban packed to capacity with tennis bags, coolers, luggage and snack baskets. No one is going to starve or die of thirst on this trip. We could break down in the middle of nowhere and survive for days.
The uniform of the day, handed down by the captain of this road ship, is pajamas. Some of the crew followed orders while others opted for more athletic attire. Regardless, this excursion is resembling a sleepover as I am constantly seeing pillows tossed about.
Other than the occasional rain, and the conversation (tennis, gossip, old friends, etc.) and banter, this part of our journey was uneventful and shorter than predicted. The captain turned this vehicle into a star ship and we reached Atlanta in record time.
Once passing Atlanta and pointing the Burban toward the Alabama line, the convo headed in a different direction - funny stories, sex and some crude jokes which often were often met with, “No, you didn’t just say that.” or “Okay, no more jokes like that - that’s enough.” Politics and religion became fodder at some point, but for the sake of all, we diverted to less at-heart topics.
Tummies were grumbling by now and it was time to seek out some type of eatery which would satisfy the whole crew with haste. Two of the crew mentioned this pecan place that also had a buffet. This place was spoken of in a manner which one would speak of their favorite local restaurant, later to find the fondness for this place was more hearsay than anything else.
After a brief survey of this miniature buffet bar with the two meats being ham and these unnatural looking meatballs, accompanied by about four saturated vegetable side items, we ended this little diversion abruptly for a more sure bet.
After lunch, on our way to our destination, one of the crew, excusing herself from a task we thought best suited for her position in our tight quarters, mentioned that making such a maneuver, in light of her consumption of some stewed cabbage, may produce results not so conducive to our sense of smell. She was excused.
We finally arrived at a destination which was not our originally planned destination. Everyone was pissed and we are working on resolving the issue (I will refrain from mentioning the lodging provider at this time).
Oh well, nothing like another tennis road trip.
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