1,000 Miles

In hindsight, leaving DC to drive to Florida at 5pm on a Friday afternoon might not have been the best move. Three hours later, we rolled past Richmond, VA (any other time, it would have taken an hour and a half). But my friend Benzo and I were amped up on Wendy's burgers and 7-ll chips 'n salsa, so we trudged on. At 3am, we succumbed to fatigue and stopped at a hotel in Savannah, GA. Of course, we didn't actually go INTO the hotel. We're young and dumb and cheap, so we took a 3-hour nap in my car in the parking lot.

We hit the road again at 6:45am, when the sun rising made it too hot to be in the car anymore without the A/C running. (The picture with this post is sunrise in Savannah.) After a quality breakfast of french toast sticks from Burger King, we were on or way. The long drive between Jacksonville and Boca Raton is extremely boring. Therefore, when we stopped for gas in Daytona Beach and a man hopped out of an SUV in full green velvet Renaissance regalia (including matching green tights), we were chuckling for at least another 50 miles.

When we pulled up into my driveway in Boca, three basic needs were competing for our attention: food, sleep, and shower. Sleep won.