was epic
Was to meet this Australian girl that I had been seeing in Charleston for NYE. She was coming from Charlotte and I from Savannah.
At about 3, I drove through Checkers and ordered the chili burger for the road. Tasted good.
If you have never driven SAV to Chas, once you get on 17 off of 95, there is nothing. No hotels. No convenience stores. Maybe you see an old AME church, but they aren't open on NYE at 4 p.m.
About 10 minutes into 17, it hit me. I knew immediately that I was in trouble as I scoured left and right looking at shanties and marshy grasslands.
For the next 15 minutes, I prayed, lifting my ass off the seats trying not to release farts that I did not trust.
And then there was no turning back. It was happening. I veered off the road next to a wooded area wearing the aforementioned forest green Christmas sweater, my new jeans and a pair of now even dirtier bucks. In the woods, I finished my business and took off everything I was wearing except the sweater. I used my socks to wipe as much as I could and began the half nekkid walk back to my vehicle as others whizzed by.
I pulled down my sweater to cover my loins and opened the tailgate of my late model Ford Explorer. Luckily, I was traveling and had a suitcase full of clothes.
But damn I stunk. Finally found a c store 15 minutes up the road in Ravenel where I was able to squirt some more.
I was then praying that my ginger haired friend would not beat me to the hotel where I could shower for an hour or 3.
Luckily that was the case. I showered, she arrived later and we enjoyed a memorable night running the streets of the Holy City ending up at my Greek future brother in laws bar where I helped bar tend because of the crowd.
I knew she could have been a keeper when at 2 am in the morning I told her of my escapade and she died laughing.
I could have lover her.
This post was edited on 3/7 12:45 PM by teddy_bulldawg
This post was edited on 3/7 12:50 PM by teddy_bulldawg
