Nancy's Trip to Chattanooga By Nancy
So we got off an hour or so later than we wanted. I had an emergency stop to buy shoes. It was a real emergency, not one of those I'm a girl and I need shoes stop but I needed black heels and the heel broke on my old pair.
So off we were, 10 hour drive down to Chattanooga. The drive down was pretty uneventful except for seeing a truck on it's side which caused a traffic jam in the other direction. Oh and the giant cross in Illinois (see the crazy cross in Illinois).
We got to Chattanooga and finally found the hotel, I guess the hotel is SEKRET and refuses to be branded. Or they're remodeling and Sheridan hotels doesn't want to be known as a crappy hotel. And boy was it crappy... but on the way to good. So I was all pissed off, under construction hotel and I was in freakin' Chattanooga. So I just go with it, go to sleep. The next morning Scott goes to take a shower and the hot water never comes. So, that was the end of hotel #1.
Now moved to the second hotel. It was kinda crappy too, and not on the way to good. But the valet actually helped with the luggage this time. So we stayed there the other 2 nights.
I did get to go to Ruby Falls Friday afternoon. The guided tour was terribly cheesy lame and I wanted to kill some ignorant country bumpkins in the group but the waterfall itself was very cool.
Friday evening was the wedding rehearsal which I totally crashed. The pastor gave a speech about weddings being serious and no time for pranks so that annoyed me. They ran through the ceremony 3 times (which I thought a little excessive but whatever) and then we were off to the rehearsal dinner, which I was invited to.
The dinner was pretty good. People gave speeches about Broge and Mary Jane. Sure I'm biased but I liked Scott's speech the best. And I totally had to make him go say something. For being improv people they sure are shy.
Friday night I went back to the hotel and Scott went out drinking with the folks. He had fun doing his thing and I had fun watching Biography on A&E about Andre the Giant, Hulk Hogan, and Mankind.
Saturday was the wedding. Scott had to be at the church at 12:30 for the 3pm ceremony. Nutso. So I wandered around looking for a grocery store to buy liquor because the reception was dry and I knew I needed to be snookered for that. I never did find an actual grocery store, just an Eckards. Close enough.
So I stood around feeling massively socially retarded, because I am massively socially retarded, until Scott arrived to the country club on the mountain where the reception was being held. After Scott got there I hung on for dear life. Gotta love that social anxiety disorder. It's the bestest.
Ate food, drank punch, watched people dance, was forced to say something into the camera, never did get to the car for some sloshes of beer but that's because it was valet and I didn't know where they parked the car. The reception was over at 8 and off everyone went.
Later that night we went to Buffalo Wild Wings with Scott's friend and I got some girlie drinks. Got tired, went to bed, and drove back to Warrenville Sunday.
The drive back was a little more eventful. I think it was in Tennessee that a car was totally on fire on the shoulder. Then later a semi in front off us had a tire blow out. That was completely scary. We made it to Illinois and I drove the rest of the way. God, Illinois is completely boring. And it smells.
That's my story. Some statements may be added, deleted, or changed at anytime for any reason.
So off we were, 10 hour drive down to Chattanooga. The drive down was pretty uneventful except for seeing a truck on it's side which caused a traffic jam in the other direction. Oh and the giant cross in Illinois (see the crazy cross in Illinois).
We got to Chattanooga and finally found the hotel, I guess the hotel is SEKRET and refuses to be branded. Or they're remodeling and Sheridan hotels doesn't want to be known as a crappy hotel. And boy was it crappy... but on the way to good. So I was all pissed off, under construction hotel and I was in freakin' Chattanooga. So I just go with it, go to sleep. The next morning Scott goes to take a shower and the hot water never comes. So, that was the end of hotel #1.
Now moved to the second hotel. It was kinda crappy too, and not on the way to good. But the valet actually helped with the luggage this time. So we stayed there the other 2 nights.
I did get to go to Ruby Falls Friday afternoon. The guided tour was terribly cheesy lame and I wanted to kill some ignorant country bumpkins in the group but the waterfall itself was very cool.
Friday evening was the wedding rehearsal which I totally crashed. The pastor gave a speech about weddings being serious and no time for pranks so that annoyed me. They ran through the ceremony 3 times (which I thought a little excessive but whatever) and then we were off to the rehearsal dinner, which I was invited to.
The dinner was pretty good. People gave speeches about Broge and Mary Jane. Sure I'm biased but I liked Scott's speech the best. And I totally had to make him go say something. For being improv people they sure are shy.
Friday night I went back to the hotel and Scott went out drinking with the folks. He had fun doing his thing and I had fun watching Biography on A&E about Andre the Giant, Hulk Hogan, and Mankind.
Saturday was the wedding. Scott had to be at the church at 12:30 for the 3pm ceremony. Nutso. So I wandered around looking for a grocery store to buy liquor because the reception was dry and I knew I needed to be snookered for that. I never did find an actual grocery store, just an Eckards. Close enough.
So I stood around feeling massively socially retarded, because I am massively socially retarded, until Scott arrived to the country club on the mountain where the reception was being held. After Scott got there I hung on for dear life. Gotta love that social anxiety disorder. It's the bestest.
Ate food, drank punch, watched people dance, was forced to say something into the camera, never did get to the car for some sloshes of beer but that's because it was valet and I didn't know where they parked the car. The reception was over at 8 and off everyone went.
Later that night we went to Buffalo Wild Wings with Scott's friend and I got some girlie drinks. Got tired, went to bed, and drove back to Warrenville Sunday.
The drive back was a little more eventful. I think it was in Tennessee that a car was totally on fire on the shoulder. Then later a semi in front off us had a tire blow out. That was completely scary. We made it to Illinois and I drove the rest of the way. God, Illinois is completely boring. And it smells.
That's my story. Some statements may be added, deleted, or changed at anytime for any reason.