Throughout the past couple weeks, I have daily declared a new blog title. My sister and I constantly discuss our "next story" for blogging purposes. There was the time I walked along a highway to give an assumably homeless man food, the $1.25 movie night with a missing child found by his dancing light-up shoes that created his trail throughout the theatre, or the game of cornhole that left my hamstring sore for days. My adventures have lead to downtown Raleigh where I may have become part of a bridal party in the background of photographs and into the heart of downtown Fuquay-Verena where I watched my sister correct inconsiderate lady. I chased a deer once and recited Eminem with a 30 year old man. Then there was last night, the night my big sister showed me how to break the law.
We started out extremely innocent. An afternoon at the pool with some friends was at the top of our agenda. A few incidents later and the pool was closed for the afternoon. We gave up on our tan and accepted a day of walking downtown, but one thing couldn't be changed. We needed grilled chicken. The grills were locked in with the pool. Not only were signs bolted into the fence informing us of the closed pool, there was literally a chain to prevent entrance. I laughed in the face of the chain.
January 12, 2012
I just found this blog that I never finished. The story ended with a couple broken signs, priceless photos, and grilled chicken. Stumbling across a little piece of North Carolina was exactly what I needed tonight. I miss that sunshine.
