When I decided that one of my “firsts” was going to be taking a spontaneous, uncharted roadtrip with a friend, I instantly knew who that friend would be.
My friend Julia is a lifelong friend who I’ve literally known since birth, though we didn’t become close until our late teens. Julia is my opposite; she is very laid-back, go-with-the-flow and spontaneous, whereas I am tightly wound, and very plan- and schedule-oriented. Julia will accompany a friend on a midnight shopping trip to Walmart at the drop of a hat. Any “friend” who called me up at midnight for a Walmart run might not get the most Christian response. (You see, I hadn’t planned that Walmart trip and I would calculate how much sleep I’d lose and how tired I’d feel the next day, etc.)
So if I wanted to take a daytrip filled with spontaneous fun, it would have to be with Julia. It also had to be with Julia because we needed desperately to redeem ourselves. On one of our last trips together (many years ago actually), we traveled to the North Carolina mountains. On our return home, we set out on our 1 ½ hour drive home, singing to music and chatting, not noticing that we had missed our early turn off. We drove and drove (for hours) without paying attention to where we were going, not noticing that nothing looked familiar—until finally we saw a sign for Augusta, Georgia! We were mortified. Turns out, we were nearer to Columbia than Augusta, but our 1 ½ hour trip home extended into a five hour trip by the time it was over.
This roadtrip then was made for us—no schedule and no rules. I wanted to drive with no destination, turning left and right as the mood hit me, embracing spontaneity. Now to be honest, we did plan to drive towards the North Carolina mountains to ensure we’d end up somewhere interesting, so we sort of cheated, I guess.
To also ensure that we had adventures along the way, I crafted an extensive “Checklist of Fun” filled with items for us to attempt to complete throughout the day. Some items on the list that we did not do but I wish we had: taking a photo with roadkill, finding 30 of something, and working a nonsense word multiple times into a conversation with a stranger. We did manage to pull off other funny things, as you will see…
1. Dance in parking lot. Okay, this one we actually added to the checklist after we did it just so we could check it off. We pulled away from my house around 9:15 a.m. on a Saturday and headed through Cherryville and beyond towards Morganton. (We went through a lot of small towns like Morganton, Rutherfordton, Marion, Old Fort, Black Mountain, and Montreat). Our first bit of fun was dancing the electric slide in a parking lot in full view of the road.
2. Wear outrageous clothing item. This may be the thing I get the most flack for but it was also the funniest. Now early on it was necessary that we set the tone for our trip—did we have chutzpah enough to fulfill this checklist or did we not? Were we men or were we mice? We drove past a yard sale stationed outside of a small business and hosted by several vendors. Before turning around to drive back, we affixed a pair of underwear to my head like a bandana, rolling the waistband under and sort of pulling it back with a claw clip. We drove back to the yard sale. It was kind of hard, let me tell you, to approach people with a smile on my face and act like I wasn’t wearing underwear on my head. Julia kept trying hard not to laugh because according to her, my headdress looked pretty ridiculous in the box. I don’t think anyone at the yard sale even noticed or perhaps they thought we were introducing a new style. We shot this photo before leaving. After this, we knew we were equal to almost anything.
3. Carry/use a prop. Our next stop was at a really cute country store. We donned hats and I carried a fan and fanned myself like a Southern belle. The proprietor greeted us with a blunt: “What’s up with the hats?” Julia’s had crazy black and white feathers on the front of it so it was hard to ignore. The proprietor’s dog began barking at us soon after we entered, and the proprietor deduced that her dog was just barking at our hats. A little later, while perusing the store’s shelves, Julia overheard a male customer telling the proprietor that when he saw Julia’s hat, he thought it was a skunk and almost went to get his gun. Somehow I don’t doubt that this man’s gun was ever very far from his person.
4. Play Chinese red light.
5. Crazy car dancing.
6. Sing loud and off-key at stoplight. Yes, we did these things but there’s not much to say about them…
As I mentioned earlier, our goal was to drive into the mountains. For awhile, it seemed we were circling the mountain or that the mountains were moving as we tried to drive toward them. Finally, we saw a sign for Lake Lure and we followed the winding road up. By now it had taken us over three hours to meander up the mountain and we were hungry.
7. We stopped and ate at a beautiful Italian restaurant overlooking the lake.
Here was opportunity for a little further fun. I pretended that I could only speak French. This meant that Julia did all of the ordering and speaking for us. I had trouble thinking of French phrases quickly enough but I do remember saying “Merci” a lot to the waitress. Since we never actually told the waitress that I didn’t speak English, I think she just thought there was something wrong with me. So when I would look up at her and smile sweetly, she would cut her eyes at me but then awkwardly turn to confer only with Julia. So I’m not sure if she thought that I didn’t speak English or that I had problems, but either way, I made her very uncomfortable.
8. At Chimney Rock, we dipped our feet in a body of water which was on the list.
What was not on the list was my walking in on a father and son using the bathroom side by side. We were at a business that only had one outdoor restroom for both sexes. I opened the door wide and started to enter when I noticed that there was a man and his young son standing inside with their backs toward me. I said I was sorry and hurried away. When they emerged, the man was angry, not at me per se, but at his wife who apparently was supposed to be guarding the door (because it was too hard to latch it??). NOT on my list.
As the afternoon wore on, we continued up the mountain, went back down, went back up again, followed signs that looked interesting, drove in and out of rainstorms.
9. Walk with a limp. Yes, I’m strange but I had perfected a really funny limp where I kind of dragged one leg behind me in a ridiculously exaggerated way. When I say dragged, I mean I used both arms to pull the leg after me. When we made a bathroom stop at Hardees (indoor restrooms for both sexes there), I dragged my leg behind me to the door, then inside to the restroom, and back out again. It was not the Hardees rush hour so there weren’t many people around, but those who did notice weren’t impressed. I’ll need to practice it some more, I guess.
10. Pretend to work somewhere along the way. We had ratcheted up our courage a good bit by now so we pulled over to a Dollar General and pretended (one at a time) to be greeters. So when a customer walked up (I was standing outside the door), I welcomed him or her cordially to Dollar General. After only the second customer, Julia hurriedly called me over. “I think that person you just welcomed works here.” It made sense--she was wearing a yellow shirt and she kind of laughed when I greeted her. Not long after, we were on the road again.
11-14. We ended our adventures in Asheville and tried to knock out as many items on the checklist as we could: Take photo with a stranger. Take photo with something purple. Find interesting graffiti. Try a new food or drink.
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| where I met the "stranger" I took the photo with |
We ate at a very cool Mediterranean place where we sat on cushions on the floor.
I tried some new foods, like falafel. At this restaurant a belly dancer was making her rounds between the two rooms. Whenever she’d come dancing in, she’d have a different prop—some candles, a sword, a tip basket. It was one of those awkward situations where you don’t really know how to act or where to look, but above all you want to appear nonchalant and sophisticated. Here’s this woman dancing suggestively over your table and you don’t know whether to ignore her, smile and nod at her, or what. So I just filmed Julia looking awkward. (Sorry, Jules; you’ll notice I didn’t post the video clip J)
15. Probably the most gutsy thing we did do in Asheville was that I pretended to be a caricaturist. We sat in a busy town square where lots of people were passing by and I opened my big notebook, which looked somewhat like a sketch pad. I spoke to Julia like she was a customer while I drew a head shot of her. Of course, if you know me, you know I’m a terrible artist and that was the point. People walked by, saw a caricaturist drawing someone, and did what was natural—looked over my shoulder (according to Julia). What they saw was a child-like rendering of something that looked nothing like Julia. And they kept on walking. I’m proud of that one.
So, all in all, it was a successful roadtrip. Thirteen hours on the road, we didn’t get terribly lost, we finally found the mountains, and we stretched our normally shy, retiring selves in at least fifteen ways.
(Shout-out to Julia who is approaching her 30th in a month!)
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