I had a day off last Wednesday. I mostly drove around by myself, snapping photos and taking names.
Literally taking names.
Before I left my cabin I ran into my mustached other half, Pivot. And took a picture of the note one of the cabins wrote him.
Then I spoke with Bo (my father).
Connie, the bank teller, helped me handled my monetary business.
Wesley, the friendly gas station attendant.
Then I went to Starbucks.
Charlie made my tall, vanilla soy latte.
You can always spot a camp person...Kavu, running shorts, t-shirt, chacos...hitting Starbucks in the off time.
Talked to Deb (my mom) as I drove from Cleveland to Gainesville.
I went to the Verizon store and talked to Wesley, who seemed to hate his life.
I also spend nearly two hours wandering around a book store and taking pictures of books I want to read.
And marveling at how unique Nicholas Spark's books are. Not.
Went to Chick fil'a and found this, complimentary mouth wash.
And thanks to a mix up by Imani, I ended up with someone else's meal. So I got way more food than I paid for. I offered to pay the difference, but she said don't worry about it.
I also tried a peach milkshake for the first time, it was delicious.
I also went to Plato's Closet and listened to Casey, Madeline and Amanda very loudly search for a dress for Casey to wear to a concert.
There was also the cashier at Office Depot who was in training and his boss Chris, who seemed over it.
Then I came back to camp, ate a frozen dinner, and these, and watched Arrested Development.
Not a bad day.
