Which is why you get it in installments!

Lo, here is day one of the yearly fiber adventure! In which we misestimate how long it takes to get from Atlanta to Maryland, and have some lady-type adventures on the way.

Day one was actually the travel day, but we got in very early Friday morning and then got back on the road with only three hours of sleep, to buy supportive undergarments. It is very silly to be buying bras on three hours of sleep. Veeeeeery silly. I don’t have many pictures of this part of the trip. Did get to meet some new friends, though! That was cool.

After I got off work on Thursday, Jennie picked me up and we waded into the Atlanta traffic, which looked like this:

Honestly? Not as bad as it could be. Also things like this:

I got prematurely excited and then remembered that we were still in the Atlanta metro area. Thankfully, we realized that we were going to pass by Umaido, and being hungry, we decided to stop. Umaido is delicious, but quite the drive for us in-town folks. I had a lovely beer:

some rice (not pictured) and ramen

which didn’t last terribly long.

Slurp.

We stayed over at Jennie’s mom’s house. Somehow I still managed to be artistic on 3 hours of sleep, but I think it was because the scenery was so inspiring.

See? Lens flares and crap.

We bought some bagels (so good) and then met up with Baobh and Heather for the ladies’ supportive undergarment buying. Jennie was happy to see Baobh:

The supportive undergarment crew:

After the bras there was Mexican food and delicious chocolate.

And some silliness, even with more sleep than Jennie and I got:

And then after that, there was a Jonathan Coulton concert at the Birchmere, a great little music venue. Paul and Storm opened, and I’d never seen them before, but I’m an instant fan. They are hilarious. I liked this venue better than the first time I’d seen JoCo, mostly because I could actually see him this time. I’m fairly convinced that he’s Xylo’s alternate-reality twin, in a universe where Xylo is a hipster nerd musician guy with curly short hair instead of straight long hair, and a different wife.

I left my camera at Heather‘s house, because I wasn’t sure I could take photos, later finding out that I could take photos. So instead I offer you this rockin’ origami from Heather’s living room:

The concert was just like this, only completely different!

That was pretty much that day. Tomorrow comes SHEEP AND WOOL. It will be epic-er-er-er.