So the weather. Dang.
Don't mind the forecast, they said.
|You can stop grinning, weather bastard.|
|*Goes back into suitcase unused. Again.*|
|All I have is this terrible picture advertising their hot sauce. I won't lie--butt burner hot sauce sounds scary.|
In other news, like a cowboy with a wild horse, I have broken this push-button voodoo car. I've made it my bitch. I push that button with full confidence now. I know you were all concerned a couple days ago. The car and I have come a long way.
The voodoo car and I made it down to Brunswick, which is a cute little town with so much potential, but it looks like it's seen better days. Saint Simon, a little further east, is a wealthy community that is home to Christ Church. I was really looking forward to this.
|So of course it's only closed today.|
The waitress at the Sweet Tea Grille in Port Wentworth, GA, is my new bff. We chatted while the rain came down hard. She is originally from Arizona, and we talked about regional differences in our country. We talked about how an accent can immediately change the course of an exchange between two people and how hard it can be when people won't give you a chance. It's definitely been an experience in extremes. But no matter--I'm "baby girl" to at least one Georgian. That's enough for me.