White Trash Wednesday Wave-Off

Steve-O's inspired ramblings in the post below reminded me of my own honeymoon near-miss with his hitchhiking pal.

Y'see, the Butcher's Wife and I got married in the chapel at Sweet Briar College. She was a recent grad of the place, I had been at W&L while we were dating and the Chaplain was a pal of ours, so it seemed like a natural thing. We subsequently spent the night at The Boar's Head outside of Charlottesville.

Our intended honeymoon destination was The Cloister at Sea Island, GA. But because I'm such a basket-case about flying and because I didn't want to sour our first days as Mr. & Mrs. with panicky insistence that I couldn't hold her hand because if-I-let-go-the-armrest-the-wings-might-fall-off, we decided to drive down.

We had planned to split the drive up over two days, but hadn't picked any particular stopping point. Then, just past Fayetteville, NC on I-95, we suddenly got the bright idea: Let's try South of the Border! Think of the laughs we'll get from the memories later on! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Well.......suffice to say, we pulled up, took one look at the place and just got the hell out of there. Robbo Rule of Thumb: Don't stop anywhere where 1) the lady bikers' necks are larger around than my waist and 2) the cockroaches can knock over trashcans.

I must say that after a close-up look at Pedro's place, the Day's Inn in beautiful Florence, SC where we eventually fetched up was the Trump Plaza in comparison.