Please don’t call me maybe

No more real radio. We’ve now heard Call Me Maybe 10,000 times…

If only it was this version:

Day 3: Filipino Food and Fireworks

Family, Friends and Filipinos,

For the Fourth we were Fed by Family some Fabulous Filipino Food. It was Four hundred Freaking degrees but we Found ways to stay cool Fanning our Fannies in the Flawed but Functional vehicle.

Ok enough alliteration, school is out for summer after all. Last night we arrived in Katie’s hometown just in time to witness the “Washington Statue Left Damaged to show Yankee Evil” (apparently General Shermin broke Washington’s walking stick when he was under strict orders to only destroy things that would help the Union win and they left it as is to show how heartless us Northerns are), the State Capitol (complete with stars to mark the places it was hit with canons and a Confederate flag posted in front), and a monument for the father of gynecology (our favorite).

We visited a Southern Super Walmart to buy food and drink which we proceeded to consume at Katie’s sisters house. Upon rising we decided the best way to celebrate our country’s independence was to watch the classic film about our independence from aliens. Jeff Goldbloom’s quirky appeal was unanimous (first thing Gabrielle and Tori could agree on the whole trip.) We then BBQed and learned that Tolkien is the hands down best fantasy writer EVER- please don’t ask questions this is indisputable.

Moving on to Charleston we decided to skip over the UFO Welcome center because our road trip app made it seem like more of a visit to a crazy person’s house than a scene out of the movie we had just watched. Speaking of watching we decided to check out the fireworks from a rooftop bar in downtown Charleston that also had a great cover band that sang Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep.” This is super exciting for us since we read all about her pregnancy in our trashy tabloid magazines in the backseat.

Mañana, Savannah!!
-the Gringo Gaucho