North Carolina 2022 Chronicles: Day Seven Shenanigans
The Great Morning Caper
Well, well, well, if it isn’t the day we finally decided to embrace the sun a bit later than Cinderella. Michele, bless her heart, didn’t rise from the depths of slumber until the clock struck 10:00. Meanwhile, I’ve been playing the waiting game since 08:00, a skill I’ve perfected over years of dealing with fashionably late risers.
The Waiting Chronicles
Sitting around twiddling my thumbs, contemplating the mysteries of the universe, and pondering why breakfast wasn’t an all-day affair—such is the glamorous life of a patient partner. But who can blame Michele? Beauty sleep is essential, and I am but a humble guardian of time, with a front-row seat to the grand spectacle of morning rituals.
Gasoline Dramas and the Quest for Discounts
With Michele finally on board the waking world, our noble steed (a.k.a. the car) needed sustenance. Off we gallivanted towards Charlotte, a city of possibilities, and Premier Outlets that beckoned with the allure of discounted treasures, reminiscent of our Chicago escapades. But first, the four-wheeled chariot demanded a libation of unleaded elixir. At $3.86 a gallon, it felt like highway robbery, but who’s counting when the UK is forking out a princely $10.00 a gallon? Ouch!
The Filling of Tanks and Bellies
Fuel tanks replenished, we reached the shopping haven just in time for a luncheon rendezvous. Now, we’ve heard of portion control, but it seems the culinary wizards at the Chinese restaurant missed the memo. One meal could’ve easily fed an army, yet there we were, two intrepid souls, valiantly facing the challenge of consuming our respective portions.
Shopaholic Dilemmas and Luggage Woes
Post-lunch, it was time for the main event: shopping, Michele’s favorite sport. However, an epic dilemma hung in the air like a suspenseful plot twist. Here she was, in the shopping paradise of the US, but the cruel gods of travel dictated she must confine her loot to the boundaries of hand luggage. The struggle was real, my friends.
The Dance of Decision
To shop or not to shop, that was the question. The internal turmoil mirrored a Shakespearean tragedy. Yet, I had faith in Michele’s shopping prowess. If anyone could turn the limitations of a suitcase into a fashion masterpiece, it was her.
The Grand Furniture Odyssey
On the return journey, we made a pitstop at the “Largest Furniture Store in the World” — a title not to be taken lightly. My mind was blown, scattered in a million directions like confetti. Choices, choices everywhere, and not a moment to spare before the store’s grand curtain descended for the night.
A Symphony of Sofas and Bedlam of Beds
We tiptoed through the aisles, lost amidst a symphony of sofas and a bedlam of beds. Alas, time was not on our side, and the doors closed, leaving us with dreams of recliners and nightstands dancing in our heads.
Beer, Pizza, and the Night’s Finale
Back at Julie’s, the day culminated in the holy trinity of relaxation—beer, pizza, and the sweet embrace of a comfortable bed. As the night wrapped us in its tender arms, we bid adieu to Day Seven of the North Carolina Chronicles, eagerly anticipating the escapades yet to unfold.
