The Road and its Memories

I've never been too fond of the drive from Nashville to High Point, or the other way around. I set off yesterday at about 11:30, though, to once again make the trek. But it wasn't as bad as it usually is. I've had a really hard time keeping time in an actual frame. I can't remember what day it is, nor can I even predict what time it might possibly be. This can be a useful tool when driving. If you concentrate really hard on NOT knowing what time it is, time goes by much faster. But anyways, I stopped off in Asheville as my half-way point as I usually do. More specifically, I stopped off at Montreat College to drop in on Andy. I really enjoy spending time with he and his friends whenever I can. They are such a creative group of people, it is inspiring just being around them. But I had only planned on staying for an hour, an hour that soon turned into the entire night. The clencher was when we picked up instruments and started jamming, which led to talking, which led to more jamming, which eventually led to chips and salsa? Yes, chips and salsa. So then Andy informed me of a plan they had previously made to go to the two dollar Brew-n-View Theater in town to see a double feature and have some nice beer to go along with it. I, naturally desiring some sort of random activity in my life, decided to go along with their idea, and I set for leaving really early in the morning to compromise. The movie, in short, was great. It was a B film called "Grind House" and was produced by the same guy who did "Sin City". Then the next flick after that was called "Death Proof" which was another B film directed by Quinton Terrantino (I know I didn't spell that right). Both were fabulously hillarious movies that I really couldn't see enjoying any other way than with friends in a loose environment after having a couple of beers.

So then there was the next morning. I meant to wake up at 5am so that I could get back to High Point by 8am, so I could make it to my car inspection by 8:30... but my alarm didn't go off... and I woke myself up at 7:30... Oops! So I didn't rush or anything, I just walked out, got in the car, and left, accepting that I would be late, but formulating a plan to call in, postpone my time, and come in later. It worked for the most part, so that's what I did. But then I went in actually get the car inspected and the guy said that my front right light (the one still broken from the buss accident in September) couldn't pass inspection being broken. So I was set back and discouraged and began to call around to the salvage yards to find the same part. Nobody had it. So then I got the clever idea to go home, take my mom's off of her car, put it on mine temporarilly, go back in to have the car inspected, pass the inspection, and then return the light. Turns out... it worked. The car is now good for another year.

But Brandon also comes over. I haven't seen him since Christmas, so we did our catching up and then we got a movie. That marks the fourth time that I've seen Pan's Labarynth. What a great flick. Then I ate dinner. This marks the first official time that my dad and I have had a beer together. That was enjoyable. I feel more relaxed now that I can have one with the old man. Turns out he's got good taste in beer too.

The rest of the night was spent catching up with friends. High Point is such a strange place to me. It's full of small changes, but then there rests the obvious familiarities. The memories are everywhere. I thought about Phill and Becca, and all of the high school memories. Though I miss all of those people and things, I recognize that I've come a long way, and I'm slightly proud of that fact. I feel real and I feel like I could go somewhere. That's a good feeling to have, especially in the midst of so much discouragement while seeking employment.

Tomorrow is the big Raleigh adventure day. Wish me luck. Peace and love.