Tonight we arrived in Chapel Hill to stay with our friend Wilson. He lives in a big house filled with his frat-mates. Since they are all at the beach, Marissa, Joe and I all have our own rooms. Mine is filled with hunting gear, pictures of guns, ducks, fish, and what looks to be a Republican Senator. Also an empty refrigerator. I long for the peeling rose-petal wallpaper and creaky wooden floorboards from the cozy country house we stayed in last night. No. A bed is a bed and I am thankful. Tomorrow is a big drive to Nashville. I will buy a guitar strap and Joe a capo. The rest is unknown.
Boys that go to UNC sure do like their baseball hats. This college town couldn't be more different from Poughkeepsie. Good 'ol Poughkeepsie.
No comments:
Post a Comment