Now we are trapped in a hotel in Charlotte. It’s not a great hotel but as Prince J says, at least it isn’t called “The Inn of Charlotte”. Thank goodness we can all be quite amusing at midnight after some pretty rough moments.
There are many things frustrating about this leg of our trip, besides the fact that we are all pretty smelly at this point. And there’s no 24 hour Super Target near by where we can get clothing to cheer us up.
I could call my mom, wake her up, and beg her to come get us and make a quick trip to the store. But I won’t ’cause she might disinherit me or something. I will, however, call her at 7:30 and tell her we are here and to be prepared for us to call in a few hours … just in freaking case.
Boy are we ready to be home.