So I mentioned here that my family has this crazy paranoia about flying. Im used to doing the whole road trip thing, and driving for days at a time to get places, but somehow I also ended up with the whole motion sickness gene which unfortunately I cant always control (thank you lord for the inventor of Dramamine!) Surprisingly we were all up and ready to leave the house at 5am on Sat July 2nd. Well as "up" as can possibly be at that time. One of us, who shall remain nameless at this moment in time, decided to stay up the entire night opposed to sleeping since we had to wake up so early. Said person also had his phone getting blown up at 4:45am when he was nowhere to be found. Turns out he hadnt gotten home from the bar yet.
The plan was to make it to Billys parents house in Tennessee before dinner time. So 10.5 hours later we pulled into their driveway welcomed by their 6 dogs (Dot, Taz, Stubby, Harley, Spook, and Raven)
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