|
 It
didn’t take long for me to get a late start. I always get a late start. I got out of work at about
8:00
am or so, then did a bunch of stuff like
laundry and changed the oil in my car and so forth. It also takes me a long time to
pack, not because I have a lot of stuff to pack, but because I start, then
stop and do something else, then start again, and then stop, and so
forth. I also didn’t know
what to pack. Dave mentioned
that cotton was out. So I
threw in a few 50/50 shirts, socks, underwear, my canteen and mess kit
from my Boy Scout days, and that was that.
I wanted to get on the road by
noon.
I left about
1:30.
Driving from
Charlotte to
Charleston is,
well, it is what it is.
Friday, it was rainy.
Driving in the rain just flat out sucks. That’s mainly because the guy in
front of you is spraying mist directly into your windshield at a rate
that’s impossible for your windshield wipers to get rid of. So, you kinda see what’s going on
ahead of you, but not enough to keep from white knuckling it for 260
miles.
I rolled into
Charleston
about
5:30 and
went straight to WSAZ.
Apparently they knew I was coming, although I’d like to think I
surprised everyone.
 My plan for the evening was this: Get my
stuff I’d left at the station, go out to eat, buy some essentials for the
trip, go out for a bit, then go to sleep. In reality, I vastly overestimated
the time it would take to complete those first three tasks. So, at
8:00, I
was left with nothing to do until about
11:30.
I quickly realized the strangest part
about going back to the place from which I’d just moved; you don’t have
anywhere to go when you don’t have anything to do. It’s easy to fart around for three
hours when you have an apartment to go to; you go back to your apartment,
and fart around. When
everyone else is working or busy or out of touch, and you’re finished with
whatever it is you need to do, you’re just left waiting.
 So here I was, back in the city where I’d
been living for a year, and had absolutely nowhere to do and nobody to
hang out with.
That’s when I decided to go see the worst
movie I’d ever see.
Let me be clear that I didn’t think it’d
be the worst movie I’d ever see when I bought the ticket. It just so happened that Domino started at
9:15
when the rest started at
9:30 or
later. I bought the ticket
solely because it fit nicely into my schedule. Also, I was very
tired.
So this is what happened during the movie:
I walked in, watched the movie for about 20 minutes, was not impressed,
and drifted in and out of consciousness for the next two hours. This is what I figured out during
that time:
- Keira Knightley’s character is named
Domino Harvey.
-
She likes to say the F-word.
- She
doesn’t like the killin’
- She
is a bounty hunter.
- Mickey Rourke co-stars. He dies near the end, I
think.
- When he dies, Keira starts killing
people.
That’s really about
it.
Day 2: Charleston to Spruce
Knob, coming soon. | 
