Not much content here. Jack picked me up around 10:00; we drove through Virginia and North Carolina, singing along to a lot of ’90s music. We stopped at South of the Border to take a break and wander a bit, and, well. I am not convinced we will make it out alive, but we decided to stay the night here. On Facebook, I checked in here at “Pedro’s Pleasure Dome”. And my mom Liked it. You’re welcome, Mom.
So here’s embarrassing photographic evidence of two thirty-something people who (a) have grown unaccustomed to civilized life and (b) haven’t hung out in a million years. Enjoy.