More evidence that I am, in fact, Charlie Brown...
We have just discovered that the road we're suppose to take to San Destin and eventually home is closed due to mass forest fires in the state of Florida.
God does not want me to escape- I mean fuck the Bermuda triangle...Florida is god damn limbo.
So we're trying to figure out how to get home and thus far it looks like we have to drive through Georgia then back track to get back to San Destin, thus adding a good 8 hours to our whole driving experience. Stupid fires. Now I love Marie, she's the one of the greatest moms a girl could ask for- but I cannot stand driving with her, it honestly makes me want to plow into an embankment; so those extra hours could make or break me.
In other news I saw an awful play last night; The Memory of Water. Now the play itself has the potential to be fantastic. It’s a comedy set in England about 3 sisters who come back home for their mother's funeral. It has fantastically funny dialogue- but alas the 2 of the 3 women in it had HORRIBLE British accents. One of them didn't even have a British accent, it was more like a horrible imitation of Katherine Hepburn- and she said everything in the exactly same tone, usually ending her sentences upward as if they were questions. It really was a shame because her character had some of the best lines and was just really rich and complex. I would love to see the show put on by a different company, again it seems like it could be really great.
Oh never mind, can't go through Georgia. Well I'm sure we'll figure something out... let you know if we make it anywhere
God does not want me to escape- I mean fuck the Bermuda triangle...Florida is god damn limbo.
So we're trying to figure out how to get home and thus far it looks like we have to drive through Georgia then back track to get back to San Destin, thus adding a good 8 hours to our whole driving experience. Stupid fires. Now I love Marie, she's the one of the greatest moms a girl could ask for- but I cannot stand driving with her, it honestly makes me want to plow into an embankment; so those extra hours could make or break me.
In other news I saw an awful play last night; The Memory of Water. Now the play itself has the potential to be fantastic. It’s a comedy set in England about 3 sisters who come back home for their mother's funeral. It has fantastically funny dialogue- but alas the 2 of the 3 women in it had HORRIBLE British accents. One of them didn't even have a British accent, it was more like a horrible imitation of Katherine Hepburn- and she said everything in the exactly same tone, usually ending her sentences upward as if they were questions. It really was a shame because her character had some of the best lines and was just really rich and complex. I would love to see the show put on by a different company, again it seems like it could be really great.
Oh never mind, can't go through Georgia. Well I'm sure we'll figure something out... let you know if we make it anywhere