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Driving Makes Me Tired...

Not exactly the most updated blog in the world - yet - but hopefully you know enough about us (based on the fact that you're reading this) to know that we aren't awesome about keeping people updated about our lives.

So today was day 1.5 of Road Trip: East Coast. The movers arrived about four hours later than we expected last night, so the day was spent waiting at home, saying goodbye, and generally not thinking about the upcoming weeks. I think for me... I feel like I'm just going on another business trip, and it's not 'farewell austin' just yet. I'm sure it will hit me soon enough. Anyway, four hours after the movers arrived, they were done and we could set off for Dallas.

We didn't get home (Plano) until close to midnight, and after a delicious and heavy Indian dinner, it was off to bed for nearly eight hours (luxury!) before chugging some chai with toast, and trying to make it to Memphis in time to catch Graceland. Closing time is 5 pm, so we realized around noon that we had no chance. So instead, while driving through the extreme dullness of North Texas and Arkansas, we decided to check out President Clinton's birthplace: Hope, AR.

Very cool tour, and a pretty awesome house / story / historical site. It was well worth the stop. We went by a roadside diner (next to a gas station, always a good sign) called the Cookery for lunch...not a winning spot for vegetarians, but then again, we were in the middle of nowhere, Arkansas. We did see a group of women dressed suspiciously like those picked up at the polygamist ranch in Texas, with a bunch of kids and just one, crusty older man. Hm... We definitely didn't stay there long.

So most of the day - about 10 hours total and 700+ miles - was spent driving -- we managed to hit Memphis rush hour, 2 rainstorms (lightning included) and other fun adventures dodging USPS and Fedex trucks on the 2-lane highway. Right around dusk, we arrived in Nashville and made one last gas stop before arriving at the cute b&b East of the Cumberland River, very close to downtown.

We were both starving and exhausted - I drove most of today and neither of us ate a whole lot - so all we could think about was eating... had a late dinner at Sambuca, along with some nice live jazzy tunes, and then we headed out for drinks along Broadway. Which reminded me a lot of 6th street in Austin, right down to the crowd's age / dressing style.

All in all, a good night but I am so tired. I hope tomorrow is less drive-filled and more fun-filled! More to come soon, with photos. For now... a good night's rest and thinking about (1) not working (we're both on vacation and (2) not going to school for another two weeks...

Tomorrow: onto Virginia!


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