Myrtle would be the culmination of almost an entire week of drinking and the weekend did not disappoint. Chris had spent the night on an inflatable mattress, I was on an inflatable mattress as well, but mine held out a little better than his. By that morning, while my bed was completely inflated, Chris’ was completely deflated. I found that to be very amusing.
I wanted to leave my mom’s house by 8am, and somehow we actually managed to leave right at 8. We didn’t know how to get down there so we printed off google directions, but my mom was out of printer paper, so we had to use a piece of paper from a legal pad.
Traffic was light for most of the trip, and save for two events, the five hour drive was pretty mundane. The first exciting event was when we were driving on 95 in North Carolina. The speed limit was 70, so I was doing 90. I had my radar detector, but I wasn’t going too much faster than the other cars on the road. I looked up and about a quarter mile ahead of me on the road is an RV. The RV isn’t just going in a straight line, though, it’s swerving out of control. It was about 5 seconds away from completely flipping over before the driver regained control and was able to pull off to the side of the road.
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