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Holy Mackanoly. This is it. We’re sitting in the Carolina Café in Greensboro, the car is packed tight, and we’re all ready to go. Last thing left is getting this blog off the ground. That and destroying our alarm clock. Next stop Charlottesville, VA for a quick visit to Lucy and Mav.
But it hasn’t been all fun and games getting here. Two weeks ago, we pulled off a super-mega yardsale, and even managed to have a little fun, get rid of all our junk and make a small fortune to boot. So what makes a yardsale fun, you ask. Quite simply, lots of good friends and a splash of alcohol. And we had them both. Jenny, Jaime, Michelle, and Chip joined us in hawking our goods, and a whole mess of good friends came by to help relieve us of all the stuff that, try as we might, just won’t cram into our backpacks. Mimosas in the a.m. and Yuengling in the p.m. didn’t hurt either. Helped to not get too bent out of shape at the professional yardsalers haggling like mad and an intense woman who would viciously chase off other shoppers from the small mountain of treasures
she accumulated only to offer us less than a tenth of the value and then huff off in disgust when we wouldn’t accept her ‘generous offer’. She did this twice. . . . she also had a bit of a sweating problem. (If you are reading this, sweating woman, let me make it clear that you will not be receiving any invitations to future Paul and Casey yardsales.)
Then there were a busy couple of weeks of packing and repacking, and posting off what few belongings we held onto in boxes to Australia, and doing laundry at Suds and Duds since we no longer have a washer, and relocating to Jenny’s since we no longer have a home. And of course there were the graduation festivities and saying good-byes, and bowling, and pizza, and beer. Three long years in Greensboro studying to finish my degree hasn’t been so bad. We’ve met such awesome friends who often had to remind me how to have fun and get a grip. I don’t think Paul and I would have lasted without you all. So even if I didn’t say it because I was trying not to let the floodgates bust loose and
turn in to a blubbering, scrotey, I love you guys, and we’ll miss y’all very very much.
And to everyone in Greensboro or Washington or Australia or Europe or Mexico, we’re so excited to have you with us as we explore the Americas and rediscover what really matters in life.
Next stops:
Charlottesville, VA
Gettysburg, PA and Amishland
Yuengling Brewery (woohoo-says Paul)
Coney Island for the Freak show
Woonsocket, RI to catch up with old friends
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alan
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4 guys in a picture
Paul, who is the "big" guy all the way to the right in the picture with you, Chip, and Greg? :)