Random ramblings from my weekend trip to Greensboro for a wrestling tournament with Jimmy.
ROAD-SIDE SIGHTINGS:
- A dude cutting the antlers off a dead deer on the median. “Look at the rack on that deer!! Isn’t it awesome?? No, it wasn’t shot, it was hit by a car. No, it wasn’t MY car. But I saw it. And I sawed it.” Does it really bring pride to mount that on your wall?
- Another dude riding his bicycle with no handle bars in the middle of the left lane of a busy 4 lane highway.
- 3 dudes riding horses, also on a 4 lane highway. Better watch out for the guy with the saw. He may go after anything on the side of the road…
- 2 full moons, neither was actually in the sky. First was a little boy
going number 1 at the edge of the woods. Other was from a horse trailer. As we followed, I worried the horse would do what the little boy was doing. But number 2. - 2 horse’s asses, neither was actually a horse. Some people take high school sports tournaments to the extreme. They were more full of crap than the horse in the trailer.
- 3 fushia tow trucks. Yes, 3. The first 2 could potentially have been the same truck that just got behind us twice but the 3rd one was a couple of hours later. Didn’t realize fushia is such a popular color choice in the towing industry.
NEAR MISSES:
- Car almost ran us off the road. Billy Joel’s “Only The Good Die Young” was playing on the radio.
- Car almost pulled out in front of us. Pat Benetar’s “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” was playing.
RESTAURANTS DINED (not a low-cal weekend):
- Fatz restaurant which served Ozzie Rolls that were similar to Sweetwater’s (my
fav restaurant) that came with CINNAMON butter. Cinnamon! Dessert before dinner anyone?? - Ham’s restaurant, including a Skillet Cookie. We did at least eat this after our entrée.
Ham’s impressively had TVs for viewing in every spot of the restaurant. Every spot. Including the bathroom. A TV in the mirror. How cool is that?
MOODY BLUES (what makes a teen angry):
- Starving him. One restaurant had an hour wait list. Jimmy wanted to go pick up Burger King while we waited. I had the gall to say no.
- Roasting him. The thermostat in the hotel room was a point of contention. Jimmy’s room at home is in our basement which is freezing year round, regardless of the temperature in the rest of the house. After I got in bed, I thought he was joking that he set it to 54 degrees. He wasn’t. I woke with icicles on my eyelashes.
- Insulting him. When trying to console him after a loss, I thought it would be comforting to remind him that the competition at this tournament was the “best of the best” but to teen ears, that meant I was telling him he sucked.
- Waking him. He was snoring like a chainsaw so I kept throwing pillows at him. Luckily each bed had 4 pillows so I had lots of ammunition. One landed on his face. The snoring stopped. I thought I had suffocated him. (Yes, I did get up to take it off his face and make sure he was still breathing.)
WHAT HURTS THE MOST:
Jimmy spent most of the wrestling season last year inured with a torn shoulder and then a broken hand. In the back of my mind, I’m worried about him being out injured again. This tournament was one of the toughest in the country so, while I was excited for Jimmy to see what that level of competition is like, I was concerned about him getting injured before the season even starts this year. My fears kept growing as we saw the following signs every 1/2 mile for most of the car ride…
As we got close to the tournament, we saw this exit sign. When I see something unusual in life, I always think it is a “sign” and has a 
deeper meaning. I thought this was both literally and figuratively one of those “signs.” Especially since the tournament was held at a coliseum ON Rt. 29.
At the tournament, the medical staff had a freakin’ x-ray machine there. Jimmy said “You know it’s a serious tournament when they need their own x-ray machine.” I said you know it’s a bad omen when they need their own x-ray machine. After all of the “hurt” signs, I was convinced we were doomed to a trip to the ER.
Luckily I was wrong about the impending injury. At the end of the day, the only thing injured was his pride when he didn’t place at the tournament.
NOT-SO-INTERESTING FACT:
The 5+ hour (one way) trip was all on Rt. 29, except for about 15 minutes. It only required making 4 turns, including the road into my neighborhood. But I still entered it into the GPS for directions.
CHEERY CHERRY:
It was mostly a cheerful weekend. I mean how can it be a BAD weekend when you eat at Fatz and Ham’s? Oink, oink.
We even got to have a good laugh every time we took a ride on the elevator. Check out the elevator inspection certificate. Best name ever. Commissioner Cherie Berry! Would have made a good Batman character name. Sure, she may pronounce it Sherie but she will always be Cherry Berry to me. And who knew there was an “elevator bureau?” And it has a chief. Too bad Cherie isn’t the chief. Chief Cherie Berry. Now THAT would be the best name ever.
Seriously, it was nice to have one-on-one time with my teenager, especially since those moments seem to be numbered as he approaches adulthood. Spending a weekend alone with Jimmy made me realize my kids would be wonderful “only children.” They can apparently be very pleasant when they don’t have anyone to argue with. 😉 Except at a only-half-awake-don’t-talk-to-me 6am breakfast… Looks like he needs some coffee in that cup instead of juice.
And there are some other “perks” to road trips. It’s a good excuse to relax after sitting in uncomfortable bleachers for 12 hours. And Jim thinks I was being “nice” by offering to drive to NC. “Ah, yes, I’m a saint. I will drive one to NC while you stay home and take care of the other 3, the pets and the house. I’m just that nice.”
Maybe next time I’ll look for a hotel with a TV in the mirror and watch the tournament on TV from the jacuzzi. And register as Cherie Berry. Now THAT would be a trip. Calgon, take me away…
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See that share button down there? It would make Cherie cheery if you press it. 🙂