Mr. Bojangles (He'll Dance for You)

Since everyone in the world is road-tripping across America this summer and blogging about it, I guess I will blog about my own successful little trip. Last Friday after work I made the first leg of my trip to Greensboro, NC. I got lost, and wound up there 3 hours later than expected (2:30 in the morning.) So, I bought a hotel room not wanting to wake the friend I had originally planned to stay with. Of course when I got there I wasn't tired and watched hours of Monk. Man, do I love the obsessive compulsive. The next morning I rose to drive the remainder of the trip to Topsail Island, NC where my family was staying.

Whenever I think of North Carolina, I remember these things A) Humid Weather, B) Family, & C) Bojangles! For those who aren't aware what the Bojangles is, it's the Southern answer to McDonald's. Any Southern comfort you can think of Bojangles offers it, with twice the fat!
I was determined to fill my mouth with the 4 piece chicken supreme dinner the next time I went to NC. My family was a little unsure and suspicious about my extreme love for such a place. With a little prodding, I was able to convince them to order some Bojangles. I'm sure it was the best meal of their lives, and I'm so glad I was able to save their souls from being in a Bojangless-Limbo.





My favorite part (and perhaps the only part I like) of driving back to WV are the two tunnels you get to go through! I like tunnels. It's a tradition for most people to try to hold their breath the whole way through the tunnel. I've only won this game by cheating. It's a great Milestone to let you know you're half way there, and I often wonder when I pass under them "If Princess Diana could have driven through this tunnel, how fast would she have gone?" Too soon?

* These Photos were not taken by me, I stole them from google because I forgot my camera charger when I went to NC*