Tour Diary--Day 3
We woke and found ourselves in Florida. I was freezing; the air vents felt like they were spewing ice. That didn't last all that long--the minute we stepped off the bus, the frizz set in! It was around six and we stopped at a Cracker Barrel. (It was the fifth Chelsee had counted thus far; we're now up to six, I think.) We completely swamped them, since they only had one cook and two servers! The Petersons and I staged an exodus to a Waffle House across the street. (There's about a billion of those here, too.) I had scrambled eggs, toast, and--get this--grits. They were not yummy--sort of like watery bits of rice and salt--but I can now say I've eaten grits.
We sang at Holy Redeemer, which was packed to the gills with what Jessica calls the Creasters. It was beautiful and big and open, and everyone I spoke to was very kind. Mary from the Liturgical Council came to see us! We said hi, I took pictures, and things were all lovely.
From there, we had a miserable time changing on the bus. It was so hot that Myrphy almost fainted. Eliza was taken off to the hospital with worries of appendicitis dancing in everyone's heads.
Then, we went to Old Town, AKA Tacky Land. It was sort of fun, but we were there from 11:30 to 2:30--much too long. I hung out with Cory-Kaitlin-Kelsey-Jon and Chad, but he and I both felt rather like fifth and sixth wheels--him especially. Caleb tried to get people to go through the haunted house with him---but it was closed just then. I'm not sure if he got on it today, because it opened later. Somehow Chad and I ended up going off to A&W and sitting there for something like an hour. I discovered that the phrase "bar-whore" makes him giggle a lot; we spent the time mostly laughing and bitching about other people. I told him how Mike Surname ate a mold-and-gross-covered pickle Tim Surname found under a bush--because Tyler promised him a Mt. Dew! (I suppose stupid peoples' stupidity only increases at Cracker Barrel.
We met back up with the couple conglomerate and watched Kaitlin ride a mechanical bull. Then, Tom and Cory lived out their desire to ride the Slingshot, which put them up in the air very high. It was amusing. Then, Chad and I went looking for sunglasses, failed, and went back to the buses.
The hotel was not ready for us when we got there. We waited over an hour to get our room, which is a cute little suite with three beds. I was about ready to keel over, and it was all just rather misery-making.
(Oh, and Kelsey [Jon's Kelsey, not Down the Line Kelsey] told me later that if I didn't stop hanging out with Chad, he'd start stalking me. I couldn't really explain to her that somehow I'd avoided that the past four years.)
Casey held a meeting to discuss tomorrow's times and stuff--and to mention that there was nothing wrong with Eliza--but I was feeling poorly and shaky and had to go back upstairs. I took a shower and cruised the channels until I found the last twenty minutes or so of Something's Gotta Give. It is official: Diane Keaton is as adorable now as she was in Annie Hall. She has the prettiest smile.
We are now watching Save the Last Dance on TBS, and when it is over, I will go to sleep. Natasha has three little sisters named Wanda, Lora, and Biktoria. She lives with her godparents, though, while they live with their mother.
I missed Desperate Housewives tonight.