And so it ends.

In which our intrepid heroine rides a duck and spends some time at roadside attractions.

The day after the wedding, we slept in, and then went to meet the newly-Mrs. Shear at her hotel. Then, en masse, we all rode into downtown to take a Duck Tour, which is something I’ve always wanted to do but never got up the courage to accomplish. It was lovely. I got to chat with Lessa’s au pair (from when she was a little girl), who is a really awesome person, and then we all piled into a WWII-era amphibious vehicle to ride around the city. They gave us quackers so we could quack at pedestrians:

And they really meant for us to do it. I wasn’t as embarrassed as I thought I’d be. Anyway. On our way, we saw many interesting things, including real ducks:

A gondola (bobbing about miserably on the bay):

And this curious little kid on a bus:

Plus some interesting boat names. My favorite:

Then we said our goodbyes and went on to Geppi’s comic and culture museum, which Jennie liked (she’s a comic book artist) and we liked the second time through. That evening, we went out to have ice cream with the grandmother-in-law, ate some pizza for dinner (a Sunday evening ritual), and went to bed to rest up for our drive home the next day.

The drive home was fairly uneventful. I slept most of the way. However, we did stop off at South Of the Border for some wacky photos and browsing through more doodads than any one person could ever possibly need. Here is that adventure, in photo essay form (it needs no explanation):

And that was that. I spent all of Tuesday at home, in bed, which was awesome, and then it was back to work Wednesday. It was an excellent road trip. It feels like it took waaay longer, though, and my brain wouldn’t cooperate until the following Wednesday, but it was so worth it.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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4 Responses to And so it ends.

  1. HappyGoth says:

    Not at all – I love memes, as long as they’re not too long…

  2. The awesome chickens! The bowlegged poses! The most amazing is you with the tiny hat! I love the pics, thanks for sharing. I hope you don’t mind, but I tagged you for a meme. ~:>

  3. Andrew says:

    Thanks for posting the cool boat name pic of the White Blob… Great name, indeed! I also appreciate your south of the border pics which brought back memories of stopping there as a kid on vacations to FLA.

  4. Knit Witch says:

    South of the Border looks totally fun!!! Glad you had such a great trip. I love road trips!

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