9th Entry (100 Things You Must Eat When You Come to Alabama)
I made it to Alabama, and I was visiting my Grandma June while I was there. Shes an awfully nice women with a bit of southern charm, the place she works at is a small resteraunt made out of an old fashioned southern house with all the charm and food to follow. Thats where I had my first try of boiled peanuts, something they tend to like in that state. I couldnt honestly recomend them to be honest, I didnt care for them. Also at the resteraunt she worked at I had its peanut butter pie, which was on the list of 100 things you must eat when you come to alabama, labeled to that particualr resteraunt. One other thing I noticed about Alabama is that I could see 12 different fried chicken places in one strip. All of which seemed to be thriving. Hell knows how, I dont get the south.
We also went to Panama City beach in florida which wasnt that far away. It was a very pretty place to visit, especially in the dead season like this, Ive never seen a beach in florida not packed except when the jellyfish were washing on shore.
It was only a few days stay and then I had to get ready for the grey hound bus from dothan alabama to tampa bay florida. My family was really worried that Id get shot or mugged or something to that effect, cause I didnt exactly have the southern accent to not draw attention too. The bus ride was more or less akward and creepy. I thought the local marq tran was creepy sometimes, now I have a new level of tolerance for it. For the most part the bus went smoothly I ate at a church's chicken, (fried chicken whod a thought)and got relax and play my DS in the back of the bus. Our somewhat reckless busdriver was doing yet another corner at 45 mph and our bags began flying out from under the bus. Of course mom had told me that I shouldnt draw attention to myself and that I shouldnt stick among the people as anyone in paticular, but for some reason seeing what could posibly be my suit case full of cloths fly out from under the bus at 45 miles per hour and then get picked up by hobo's and (no lie) mexicans, leaves me wit a small bit of a temper so I wasnt in any place to not stick out. I began telling the bus driver that if my bag got anywhere close to that curve that hed be in so deep shit hed need a snorkal to wade through it all.
In the end my bag was alright and I still stand by what I said to the bus driver, because wheather it was mine or not there is a certain amount of dipshitedness that goes with not closing the bottem compartment of a charter bus when your driving. Thankfully in the end I did make it to tampa bay, if not with a little bit higher blood pressure and I made it out of tampa and back home just fine.
We also went to Panama City beach in florida which wasnt that far away. It was a very pretty place to visit, especially in the dead season like this, Ive never seen a beach in florida not packed except when the jellyfish were washing on shore.
It was only a few days stay and then I had to get ready for the grey hound bus from dothan alabama to tampa bay florida. My family was really worried that Id get shot or mugged or something to that effect, cause I didnt exactly have the southern accent to not draw attention too. The bus ride was more or less akward and creepy. I thought the local marq tran was creepy sometimes, now I have a new level of tolerance for it. For the most part the bus went smoothly I ate at a church's chicken, (fried chicken whod a thought)and got relax and play my DS in the back of the bus. Our somewhat reckless busdriver was doing yet another corner at 45 mph and our bags began flying out from under the bus. Of course mom had told me that I shouldnt draw attention to myself and that I shouldnt stick among the people as anyone in paticular, but for some reason seeing what could posibly be my suit case full of cloths fly out from under the bus at 45 miles per hour and then get picked up by hobo's and (no lie) mexicans, leaves me wit a small bit of a temper so I wasnt in any place to not stick out. I began telling the bus driver that if my bag got anywhere close to that curve that hed be in so deep shit hed need a snorkal to wade through it all.
In the end my bag was alright and I still stand by what I said to the bus driver, because wheather it was mine or not there is a certain amount of dipshitedness that goes with not closing the bottem compartment of a charter bus when your driving. Thankfully in the end I did make it to tampa bay, if not with a little bit higher blood pressure and I made it out of tampa and back home just fine.