When he just gets up and starts putting clothes on, I’ve learned to just follow. It takes me longer because I don’t like the way my clothes fit me and I have to at least have my eyeliner on. So I go into flight of the bumblebee mode. Which usually actually end up in some sort of disaster because I don’t do well when I’m rushed. I drop things, spill things, knock things over. I become the world’s biggest klutz.
However we finally make it into the car and head out. First thing he says is “Where’m I goin?” I mean I have no clue where you’re going, I was just following your lead is what goes through my head. After some discussion that doesn’t really classify as discussion we head towards Knoxville. And eventually land in Gatlinburg. Or is it Pigeon Forge that comes first? My sense of direction would provoke Fred Sanford to call me dummy.
When we got off the interstate I spotted the flea market and it had to happen. And since he loves me he hit the first gas station and started backtracking to the flea market. There is no red light where we had to turn off and it was crazy crowded. No wonder it takes all day to get somewhere there. It was ok i suppose. I have a thing for coins and i couldn’t get to the loose coins because some guy had set up camp there. Seriously dude, my million dollar coin might have been in there. I did come out with some Victoria’s Secret body wash I’ve been looking for. So not a total bust.
It took a good 30 minutes to get out of there but we are finally back on the road. I noticed that driving down through there one of us said the name of every restaurant or store we passed. Is that crazy? Does anyone else do that? We aren’t exactly normal so I never know. But that being said, who decides what’s normal anyways? 🙂
We ended up at The Loco Burro after 2 hours. Legit. Two hours to drive that far. I considered jumping out of the car a time or two. I’d have gotten there faster on foot. But I’d have needed an oxygen tank and I just don’t take one of those with me everywhere I go. The food was good but it was not El Pueblito by no means. I guess because that is our go to Mexican restaurant I think all Mexican restaurant’s food should look and taste the same. They did have a killer strawberry margarita. Yep. You read that right. I ain’t perfect and they tend to go hand in hand with Mexican food.
There was some girl taking pictures of people at their tables. And if you know me you know I’m all about a camera. So like I’m about to flag her down if she doesn’t come our way. But she does and she takes our picture and then she tells Adam “kiss your lady on the cheek”……….and I swear he just leans over and does it. If I had said “hey babe, kiss me on the cheek and let me take our picture” that is not the response I would have gotten. Why????
She comes back with our complimentary post card and some actual prints. She’s trying to sell us these and I’m mortified. I like the one where’s he’s kissing me because I’m leaned back. Did anyone else just have the lyrics to Lean Back run through their head?? Sorry. Anyways, the other picture was not good. I was not leaned back, and I had multiple chins. You can keep that. Burn it even.
The ride home was rather long and somewhat quieter, although we still felt the need to play read that sign coming out of there. And I had big plans of a new blog post once we got home. But when we got here I thought about our day and how long it had been. And I was just way too tired to write or think or anything else.
But even though it was a long day, it was great and much needed. We don’t get alot of time together and I cherish every minute we do get. I am a lucky girl. He’s my handsome bearded beast and there isn’t anything he won’t try to make happen if he knows I want it.
Make time for random road trips ya’ll. Just take off and go. Make memories. Spend time with your people. We aren’t promised tomorrow and God gave us these places and these people for a reason. Make the most of it while you can.
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