Well our weekend was definitely full of activities! Some good and some bad, but most worth remembering.
Our dear friends JoAnna and Caleb got married on Saturday afternoon, and it was truly a lovely affair.
Anyone remember global guts? Remember the Super Aggro Crag? Getting to that wedding felt like we were climbing that ridiculous thing as 10 year-olds.
It started like this. We planned on making a day trip on Saturday to the wedding, thinking it was only about 3 hours away. We didn’t realize until Friday afternoon that it was going to take nearly 6 hours to get to North Augusta, SC. Very poor planning on our part. So we decided to leave when Daniel got off work Friday evening and stay at a… what? Yes. That’s right. A Super 8.
I know, I know. What was I thinking? Well the pictures online made it look like they had just made some nice updates. And it was only 50 bucks.
Anyways, so we are driving to Augusta, GA in our a/c-less luxury volvo, and everything was going real sweet and smooth. Abram passed out early on in the trip, and Daniel and I enjoyed the back roads and conversation. And then…
We had to pull over to look at our directions. Side note: neither of us had (I say had because yesterday we woke up and bought an iphone) smart phones and our GPS doesn’t work in our car. So naturally we printed them off of google maps. Well little did we know that the very spot we pulled over in the middle of pitch-black-creepy-as-hell nowhere was the spot where something was laying in the road that would shred our tire. We started to drive again and heard a really disturbing noise, but in all of Daniel’s high hopes, we just ignored it. Then a few minutes later it sounded like we were driving on metal. Wah Wah.
So we pulled over again, and to our dismay the back right tire had been punctured pretty badly. It was also raining. Not the end of the world, right? Just change that tire and get on outa there, right?
Here’s the kicker: the spare tire was in our trunk. The trunk was jammed shut, and we hadn’t been able to get it open for the past year and a half. Oops.
By this point, it’s 11 pm. Abram is still fast asleep, THANK THE LORD. Daniel calls AAA to see if we can get someone out to open our trunk, but no one does that at almost midnight. He decided to have them send out a tow guy, but we weren’t 100% sure of where we were, and didn’t know what town we just came out of. This is where that smart phone and/or GPS would have really come in handy.
My phone was dying, and Daniel’s phone had disappeared into the abyss of the backseat where toys and cheerios go to die. There are no street lights, we are sitting on a steep slope on the side of the road, semi’s are flying by and there’s a forest full of scary darkness right next to us.
Oh yea, and we are only about 45 minutes outside of Augusta. But the tow guy can only take us 5 miles for free and then it’s an arm and a leg for each additional mile.
The poor man eventually found us.
Abram is STILL sleeping. Through all of the noise, flashing lights and the transfer from the car to the cab of the tow truck.
The guy takes us five miles up to a gas station in Wrens, GA where the hero Michael Massey swoops in with his Prius rental and takes us safely to our fabulous, 4 star hotel room. By this time it is 2 in the morning, and Abram is fully awake and ready to play. He jumps on the bed as Daniel and I get settled in, realizing that our room is disgusting. Even though I specified non-smoking, someone had clearly smoked the weed and cigarettes previously. The room felt like the deep rainforests of South America, and the a/c had to be turned down to 62 for it to even cut on.
Abram didn’t fall asleep until about 5 in the morning, and then woke up at 7:45. Man, the feeling I had at that point was similar to that feeling you get at 1:27 in the morning after your second day at Rock the Universe on the trek back to your smelly church bus. Times 10.
I bathed my son in the sink because this was the one hotel room on the planet that didn’t have a bathtub. I also had high hopes for my attire and hair that day, but it just was not going to happen. Vanity flies out of the window when you just gotta get stuff done. Daniel called numerous locksmiths to see if they could help, and none of them responded well. The last locksmith Daniel called was so helpful, and since we couldn’t afford his prices he told us what to do.
Julianna, hero #2, picked us up and took us back to Wrens where Daniel spent about 2 minutes with the magical lube and a hammer and got the dang thing open. HALLELUJAH.
We quickly ate, changed, and made our way to the wedding with about 2 minutes to spare. From then on, it was smooth sailing. JoAnna looked incredible, and the ceremony was a gracious display of the gospel.
The reception was in a beautiful barn house. It was a great time reuniting with friends, eating delicious treats and taking all of the funny pictures. Abram had an adventurous time with everyone, and especially enjoyed being one of the guys. A bunch of us ate at Mellow Mushroom afterwards, and I inhaled one of the best gosh darn pizzas of my life.
Our mecca home was nothing less than sticky and exhausting, and we all slept until 10:30 yesterday morning. Thank you Abram.
As frustrating as the trip was at certain points, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Just a few more hilarious stories under our belt to reminisce over when we are once again reunited with the people we love so much.
Anyone got pictures from Saturday? Feel free to share them in my comments.