ROOOAAADDDD TRRIIPPP!! Me and road trips have a love hate relationship. On one hand, I enjoy the sleep I catch up on but on the other, I feel locked down, bored, and count down the minutes until my arrival. This road trip began like any other, woke up early, didn't leave on-time, and immediately went to sleep. When I woke up for the 100th time, we were passing the beautiful Smokey mountains and then the gas light turned on. For most, this isn't a problem since you can get off the exit buttttttt when you're in the middle of nowhere and the next exit is 20 miles away it becomes a problem. Pushing the limit we found a nearby mom and pop gas station. I don't know how apple maps picked it up, but it did. It was surrounded by 3 country white boys and a man with a dog that resembled old yeller. Needless to say, we knew we weren't getting out of there alive lol. Dre, the 6'5 muscular black dude played it safe by staying in the car. Me and Nikki, the two fair skin gals, jumped out without gaining too much attention. (It was very suspect!!) Our doubts finally passed as we pumped the gas and got the HELL up out of there. I really wanted a picture in front of the awesome view but Nikki and Dre thought we overstayed our visit.

“Look at that kick”

Once we finally arrived in South Carolina I was excited about seeing and doing everything. I wanted to see the lake, take a hike, etc. Instead, I was cooped up in a hotel room and a church (which was the reason I came in the first place). This was my second wedding that I can remember (with an extensive list for the future) and it was BEAUTIFUL! The singing, the soul, all the way down to the bride's maids dresses. Everything was perfect (from a watching point of view). Trey and I were eager for the after party (since our last one was LIT) we just knew there would be an open bar. There wasn't! But there was still some Carolina pink lemonade (with a hint of Vodka). Trey and I danced the night away and ended with trey scooping me off my feet because a piece of glass had got stuck in my foot. :) Though this was a horrible way to end the night it was still memorable.

The wells' plus one (me)! Next time I think I'll hit the beach.

MY NEXT TRIP: GATLINBURG, TENNESSEE

I'll make sure to take a ton of pictures.