Here's our weekend in photos. (wheee)

Here is a pictoral representation of what it's like to sit in a car for 9 hours at highway speed with a Ferrari exhaust system.


Yep, two hours in, my "co-pilot" is "staying awake to keep me company".


Aww, Kate's first trip to white-trash.


So I did this:


Because I saw this:


But then we saw this:


So kate rode a Jackelope™ instead.


These are called cassettes. They were selling them. True story.


Then an alligator ate my head.


A few hours later, I officially knew I was in the Durty-Durty. DONK!


I asked the owner how he could roll on 22's, he asked me how I could tuck 18's. We smoked a blunt, it was great.


Then we went to Sonic and Wal Mart to truly fit in.


Getting into Savannah was odd because it took me 15 minutes to realize where I was and finally when I did, I realized NOTHING had changed. Same shithole houses rotting away. Same shithole economy surrounding a tiny little town made of old money. Once we got into downtown, the feelings sort of came back to me and I almost, alllmost missed the school and my old hangouts. But then I remembered how the school fucked me in the end and I came back to hating it even more haha

This is where I lived for 3 years. Good ole' Preston Hall; home of the graphic design department. Also home of lead painted walls that gave three of my teachers cancer who soon died after I graduated. Fun times.


That's the room where I slept in most of the year.


This is the liquor store exactly 112 steps from my front door. (Yes, we counted. Many times.)


And then it was time to do what I had been wanting to do since I left Savannah. Go to Sonic and eat 3 Krystal Chik's. Hold the mayo and pickles please.


Kate had her first corndog...


... which wasn't that bad actually.


Oh yeah, here is Rob's baby Rachel Zamboni. She gave us the Fever™.


Kate now officially loves her some baby.


Dave got married, people got drunk (and barged in our room at 2am *shakes fist* p.s. Payback is a beeeootch mf'ers =p), we tried to drive home, Dara took a shit, we slept in Goldsboro, got drunk, met a chick named Amy, had a continental breakfast and then a Mr. Mike Jones of Frema Autos (the oldest VW dealer in the country) called and said Dara was fixed.

Leaving the hotel we noticed this.


Mike picked us up thank god.


We found Dara waiting for us.


We held our breath until we passed the spot of our demise.


And breathed a sigh of relief when we actually passed it and kept going.


Three hours later... THANK GOD it's good to be home =)