Sunday in Bristol

Well, a friend of mine whom I haven't seen in about 4 months suddenly popped in on Saturday (oh how I love the pop-in) and we proceeded to catch up on old times and crap like that and then she gets the crazy idea of going to Bristol for no good reason. I was reluctant at first, but after going through the hell of house browsing I decided what the hell... it could be a nice change of pace. She said she'd be by Sunday to pick me up at around 7am....it was already 2am when she said this, by the way, but she was driving so what the hell.

First of all, it was a longer drive than I expected, not insanely long, but longer than I thought. When we arrived, she drove me through all these old neighborhoods that had all these old school plantation type looking houses. She went on and on how beautiful they were, but I kept thinking how many slaves each house kept.

After that charming adventure we went to some mom and pop restaurant called Robin's Nest Bed and Breakfast. Cozy little country place and they had great pancakes.

Later on we spent most of the day in downtown Bristol. I gotta say, it was a lot smaller than I thought, but at least it was clean (mostly). Never seen so much NASCAR crap in my life. We ate at a place called the State Line Bar and Grill and I tried their "famous" fried pickles and I have to admit, they weren't that bad. Of course she showed me the famous Bristol Motor Speedway. I was in awe at how friggin' huge this place is and I wondered how anyone could spend 6 hours baking in the hot sun watching a bunch of cars go around on a track. I then thought about how many less rednecks there would be in the world if a rather large bomb would just happen to go off in the middle of the raceway... a man can dream.

I was even able to get online when we visited one of her friends there. Man, I just love their cable internet!

Later, we ended up in Abington Virginia (still not sure how that happened) and we visited the Historic District which was pretty cool I guess...reminded me of Savannah a little. Leslie then went on about the Pinnacle natural Perserve and how fun it would be to hike there. Well that wasn't going to happen since I failed to bring my hiking gear and then she started rambling on about Wolf Creek wineries, but I reminded her that it was getting kind of late and they were probably closed anyway.

After a couple of more hours we finally decided to go back home. I got back a little after 1:30am. I pretty much passed out on the couch. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday.