March 24, 2013
What's good, world?
Live from Columbia, South Carolina, it's Sunday night!
We extend our humblest apologies for not updating you, our adoring fans, yesterday, but we ran into a minor obstacle and started dancing (this is actually true). Sorry. We promise to stick to our regularly scheduling blogging from here on out.
We would love to say we left Missouri bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Saturday morning, but it was 6 a.m. and some sort of precipitation that would soon become the snow many of you are currently enjoying was falling, so we were groggy-eyed and the tiger tails attached to the backs of our cars were absorbent, if not bushy. We saw (read: slept through) everything southern Illinois had to offer and stopped for lunch Chick-fil-A outside of Paducah, Kentucky (because it's the south, right?) before continuing our 14-hour journey to South Carolina. If the gently rolling farmland of the Midwest is God's country, the deep blue mountains of eastern Tennessee and North Carolina are where he has a timeshare. It was truly beautiful. Everything has been beautiful...except for Applebee's, which didn't have half price appetizers until 10 p.m.
Scandalous.
But lo and behold, we arrived at the enormous church our wonderful site leaders found for us! (HUUUGGGGEEE props to Audra and Alyssa for organizing this trip. You ROCK!) The sleep we all longed for would soon be upon us, except we were locked out. Of every door. And we only had office phone numbers. And it was after midnight. And it was raining. So, obviously, we cranked up the jams. Aaron Carter is truly the voice of our generation and "Aaron's Party" is a breathtaking work of pure genius. Everyone who says otherwise has no taste. Fact.
But we couldn't really dance all night. Probably. So we called Caleb, our fearless leader, and he booked a hotel for us, which was kind of a blessing in disguise because most of us got to sleep in real beds and most of us got to eat a real continental breakfast. Despite rumors to the contrary, I didn't actually fart that much and my new nickname (toot-y fruity) is not deserved.
Anyway, thanks Caleb!
We peaced out of the hotel at noon today and moved into our permanent residence at a church that has a pool table and electric baby grand piano (Yeah. That's a thing.) and a bunch of couches and a fridge and a microwave and everything else that's good in the world. Then we went grocery shopping. Then we napped. Then we went to explore Columbia!
Columbia is exactly what you'd expect a southern state capital to be: charming, with cool old brick buildings and the best statues to boot. They also have a giant fire hydrant, which we're going to call the world's biggest until we're told otherwise. We took pictures. Next to it is a big mural of a hay field that Kelsie used to "word-assassinate" Nate aka Matt. We took more pictures. Meanwhile, I've gotten about half the trip to say the word that I need my "victim" to say, but my victim has cleverly evaded my tricks. I will succeed, mark my words. Then we took even more pictures and visited the USC campus, which we're sure is really nice, but we were tired and didn't stay long.
Our dinner consisted of microwave quesadillas and a hand-tossed salad, so that was better than average #college
Stomachs full, we discovered how out of shape we were playing basketball and volleyball in the church's gym. Yeah. This church has a gym. It's the size of a small town. The night ended with a hilariously saucy game of Cards Against Humanity. I cried. At least four times.
As I finish up this post, I'm sure I'm the last one awake, because it's been a long, but wonderful few days and we're really excited to being our work tomorrow!
Stay tuned and have a wonderful Monday.
Un abrazo fuerte,
Evan & the ASB Columbia crew
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