17 hours in the car.
Four bathroom breaks.
One stop at an outlet mall.
Two gas fill-ups.
One tall, non-fat, sugar free vanilla latte from Starbucks.
Four traffic jams (including one two-hour stretch to go 16 miles).
One run-in with a cop avoided.
Hours of non-stop fun singing along to Supertramp and Lisa Loeb.
Three meals out (including one amazing restaurant).
One pitcher of mojitos and one pitcher of sangria.
An outing to an improv comedy club.
Quality time watching Bridezilla.
One amazing hour in Ikea.
A beautiful, handcrafted necklace at a street fair.
And a chance to see my amazing sister, b-i-l and baby-in-progress.
So much to say about the sojourn to Hot-lanta. I'll try to de-brief after work today but I am in rough shape and may need a nappy-nap.