Well, it has been an interesting week. I finished up exams last Friday and high-tailed it down to Georgia for my cousin Brice’s wedding. Took some ephedrine, drank a Red Bull and drove straight through nine hours. Got to the hotel at 3 a.m. and when I walked in a rowdy group of fellows invited me over for a beer. The front desk lady was nowhere to be seen. They insisted I have a beer from the pile of 4 or 5 cases they had on the table, and being tired, I accepted. We chatted for a bit, or rather, they slurred their way through some nonsense, until I suddenly realized that I knew almost all of them from my days in Montgomery. We hooted and hollered. One of the guys, Shaun Marshall, I hadn’t seen since eighth grade when he and I stole a chrome air valve off of the school tractor and bolted in terror as the tractor almost fell on us. Ah, my heady, stupid younger years.
Anyway, the wedding went off without (or with) a hitch, and everybody had a good time. Although Ray did pour a bottle of bubble soap over Brice’s head as they left, which was, well, just the sort of thing we expected. Brice better be lucky they rented a nice car to drive away in—if the Johnstons had had anything to do with it, Brice’s car might’ve ended up undriveable. I might have helped a little..
That night we all went out to Churchill’s, a hoity-toidy little bar up in Buckhead, filled to the gills with young lawyers and prima donna jet setters. Had a good time rapping with cousins Ray and Frank, did some catching up. I also found out that Ray, who lives in Dallas, is dating Miss Texas. The Miss Texas. As expected, he said she was easy on the eyes but hard to handle. I can’t even imagine.
So the next day I cruised on down to Eufaula, Alabama for a little R&R by the lake. I had a fine ol time, just chilling on the beach (or what's left of it), looking for Indian arrowheads and letting the sun soak into my library-pale skin. As I left the next day I too a few shots of some of the homes on Main Street. Eufaula's an old town.
Finally, after much peregrination, I made it to Montgomery, where I set up house out at the farm. This is where I'll be living for most of the summer. It's actually about 20 minutes outside of town in a place called Letohatchee. This is the place:
Lots of chillin, lots of fishin. Swing on by if you get a hankering for catfish and imported beer. I'll keep some on ice.
