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WHAT I DID OVER CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY VACATION
Good Evening; 39 degrees and raining in Charlotte…
I have to say that the Christmas trip went well, despite various weather threats and conditions. My gift intake for this year included a new television set—24 inches, larger than the Dynex I bought last year, which I’m now using as a primary computer monitor—and a small Crockpot, along with the standard socks and undies one gets.
Not that the things aren’t nice, but to me, they’re unimportant. The whole point of the holiday trip with the family is being with the family. I stay at my aunt’s house, where my cousin is, whenever I travel there. Last year, he got a PS3. In between the day I left there in 2009, and the morning I returned there two weeks ago, it got stolen.
We couldn’t have cared less. All we did was watch movies. Finally got to see the updated Karate Kid, and some other movies. It was just nice to get away from blahblahblahpoliticalcakes for a while.
But the big benefit of having moved to Charlotte from Maryland: the trip was only six hours. In 2009, we had to do a multiple-leg trip—I went to Pittsburgh after a major snowstorm, went to pick up a gaming system from one of my sister’s friends house, then drove up to my sister’s apartment house. I helped her move the next day, then had to wait for mom to get into town by bus so that we could go to the hotel and check-in. The next day, after the Marriott Waffle Breakfast Run, and a lunch stop at this place (recommended if you're ever in the South Side Flats. Also? Go visit the Starbucks down the street. You'll get good coffee drink, and a certain member of the family needs some tip$, know what I'm sayin'?) we made a 13-hour drive over river, hill, dale, and through to woods to Columbus.
Not this year. Got in the car around midnight, drove down I-77 to I-20 to I-285 to I-85 to I-185, and was there just before sunrise. And the same getting back—mom wanted to get out of dodge early, because of snowstorms—we left around 12:30a, and I was back in the apartment by 7:00am. Don’t get me wrong; I love long trips, but getting home in 6 hours and dealing with no traffic is always a winner.
Henry "The Fonz" Winkler and cook Paula Deen (who's everywhere, lately, but the kitchen) are Craig's scheduled guests.