Some Random Thoughts on the Way Back Home.
Here, in no particular order, are some observations about the Deep South.
· No one knows how to use inverted commas. Everything “is” randomly assigned this “mysterious” symbol. Mostly, it makes things sound sarcastic: “Free” Internet, “The Best” Fried Tamales, Do “not” break the ice on the floor.
· Dry counties suck. They loom out of nowhere and suddenly you can’t buy beer. These areas should be signposted a hundred miles out, and avoided like polio.
· Stuff is FARKING CHEAP. A huge meal, beers, clothing, petrol, everything. As such, I am fatter, with a worsened liver and heavier luggage (because I’m brining sooooo much petrol back).
· Live music is better in the south: jazz, blues, rock, whatever: all was excellent.
· It never gets old to sit through a whole meal talking in South African accents, especially when the waiter asks if you can understand him (despite talking in English for ¾ of the meal at that point).
· Elvis was a boss interior decorator.
· Austin & New Orleans are two of the most awesome places I have ever been. I would happily move to either location.
I am really, really going to miss my buddies. And I'm really going to miss the south. What a holiday.