My Day
Today, my History class was held at a former plantation. My group got lost going there, ending up in a lot with a sign that read, "trespassers will be shot." The driver quickly did a U-turn out of there. A helpful local with a truck led us to the place, and I was pissed that some in my group made fun of him.
The guy who owned the plantation really didn't know anything abut the house, but at least he admitted it. The house is falling apart. There were paint chips everywhere and I saw two dead rotting mice in two separate rooms in the house. Yuck.
I didn't care for the house, but I liked the cemetery in the yard and the cabin in the back, which looked like the witch's cabin from Hansel and Gretel, from an old childhood book I have, if it was made out of wood instead of candy. After the tour of the house, the whole class piled into the back of a pick-up truck, ending up at a sunken boathouse with the teacher giving us champagne and strawberries while we sat on the pier. Even though about half of us are underage.
Then my boyfriend came over and we went to an Italian restaurant. We had a Charlotte Haze-esque waitress who was a bit too happy to read the specials of the day. She lost my food when she was going to put it in the doggy bag. But then "found" it. Though I think she just got the kitchen to cook up a new plate, since the box of pasta was steaming hot when I got it back. I didn't really mind, but the couple behind us did since they kept telling her to hurry up with their check because they wanted to go home.
The guy who owned the plantation really didn't know anything abut the house, but at least he admitted it. The house is falling apart. There were paint chips everywhere and I saw two dead rotting mice in two separate rooms in the house. Yuck.
I didn't care for the house, but I liked the cemetery in the yard and the cabin in the back, which looked like the witch's cabin from Hansel and Gretel, from an old childhood book I have, if it was made out of wood instead of candy. After the tour of the house, the whole class piled into the back of a pick-up truck, ending up at a sunken boathouse with the teacher giving us champagne and strawberries while we sat on the pier. Even though about half of us are underage.
Then my boyfriend came over and we went to an Italian restaurant. We had a Charlotte Haze-esque waitress who was a bit too happy to read the specials of the day. She lost my food when she was going to put it in the doggy bag. But then "found" it. Though I think she just got the kitchen to cook up a new plate, since the box of pasta was steaming hot when I got it back. I didn't really mind, but the couple behind us did since they kept telling her to hurry up with their check because they wanted to go home.