I went to Skippy's bachelors party and it was a blast. We all rented a
cabin in the woods up in Tennessee. The only hang ups for me were the
hot rod show in town (this is where every redneck in a 1000 mile radius
comes to town to drive around and create traffic) and the drive. We had
a directions mishap on the way to the cabin. So, I left early Sunday
morning. I went to a gas station and got some easy direction knowing I
would be going the long way. Well, it was 45 mph for about 1.5 hours.
Eventually, I got back to the highway and while on the road in SC, I
passed Agent. Now, I know Agent likes to get up and get going, too, but
I have to ask. What time did you leave, man? How far out of the way
did I really go?
Agent has a Tom, Tom. I had a plastic map and a hangover.
Sincerely,
Lawtonious Funk
Music Headquarters
4 comments:
Wow, I'd really like to see the route you took. Those must have been some fucked up directions.
I was thinking the same thing as when I got out of my shower you had my clubs ni the house and you were gone. I had no idea when you left but was surprised when you passed me on the highway. considering that the directions out of TN were easy once you hit I-40 you must have got screwed up getting out of redneckville.
I took the 321 through Gatlinburg route. The speed limit was 45mph and cops were everywhere
321 through Gatlinburg is beautiful. I love that drive! Even if you get lost, it's pretty!
Are you in G'ville, NC now?
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