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At the end of May, I helped my brother move from Miami, FL to Knoxville, TN, where he'll be doing his medical internship and residency. It was crazy road-trip-tastic, and all in all, I was pretty impressed by Knoxville; it turned out to be a nice little city (and my brother's new house is fantastic!). If you gotta live in Tennessee, I guess it's the place to go. Here are a few utterly pedestrian snapshots from the voyage...
A few of you will understand this. The rest of you: don't worry about it. The pool at the hotel we stayed at the first night, after his house had been rendered inhospitable by furniture-removal.
This is my brother's Dalmation, Pedro. This is what he did every time my brother left him in the hotel room, regardless of whether or not I was there to keep him company.
The game room at the Best Western in Lake City (with its
"lush tropical setting") had an original
Street Fighter 2 console! How hot is THAT?
My brother loading the dogs into the cab of the moving truck in Lake City. I can't believe they put up with the length of this drive in such a cramped space.
These are McKenna's fish. We fully expected them to die
en route (they rode with me, in the groaningly overfilled minivan), but no, the hardy little bastards survived. I was impressed.
Of course as soon as we arrived in Knoxville, the minivan's battery crapped out. So we spent some time at the mall.
We ended up having time to kill on Wednesday, since my brother couldn't close on the house, so we went to the excellent little
Knoxville Zoo. This black bear exhibit was way cool, and the bears were super-active...
The llamas and I, in the petting zoo. We would've had better pictures but my brother was a 'tard and didn't save them properly.
Enough goofing around; time to work. The kitchen of their lovely new house (I'm so jealous).
BAM! Bitch went DOWN! We are DONE.
I was stupid and never took a picture of the fully-loaded moving truck, so you can't see how INSANELY OVER-FULL it was. So we'll have a geometry lesson instead. This scrape on the driveway (three inches along its short side) was made by the ramp that came off the back of the truck. As we removed objects from the truck, its bed rose slightly, having been weighed down against the axles. By the time we were done, the truck was easily a foot higher off the ground. If I'd known the length of the ramp, we probably could've calculated the exact height change or something...
Do we all see what's wrong with this picture? (And why was every single Chinese restaurant in Knoxville called "Panda [Something]"?)
This, my friends, is a McGriddle. We'd eaten most of our meals at McDonald's over the course of the expedition, and on our way out of town as he drove me to the airport in Nashville, I made my brother stop and finally get me one for breakfast. Big mistake. Not only was it disgusting, but it made me miss my flight, the only time I've ever done such a thing in twenty-one years of air travel. BAD McGRIDDLE! BAD!
So now we're stuck in Nashville for several hours until I can get onto another flight to FL on stand-by. So what do we do?
Obviously, we drive to the tourist hell-hole that is the Grand Ole Opry and play mini-golf. Holy balls was it the skeeviest mini-golf course ever.
I obviously take my mini-golf very seriously. I lost hardcore, though; I blame it on the hole where the goddamn grass was so worn out I couldn't jump the water hazard and lost five (!) strokes. Bastards bastards all bastards.
Oh yeah. I petted the cat.
07.18.2003 | 02:59 PM
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