The fever's gone. The fever's goooone away.

Thats right, I'm back from the land of the ill. In fact, I came back much faster than usual for me. You see, I have taken up what I call the "Nick Method" of getting well. At the first real sign of an illness, you go to sleep. For a day. A whole day. I'm not saying to sleep in. I'm saying sleep for like 24 hours. Well in this case I slept for two days, and was pretty much over the flu in two days. That and the nurse gave me a giant shot in my boo-honkus. Ouch, but yay! I felt even better then. That was Wednesday. My weekend adventure started the next day.

On thursday I put in a whole day of work and the normal stuff. Then I drove to Nashville. Jenn and I went out for a while and had a good ol' time with some close friends. The next day we drove to Memphis to see her sister play in her last college game ever. Before getting to the gym, we stopped @ Subway. Pretty normal. On the way out of the parking lot, however, I pulled a Joe. I backed up EVER SO SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY (I am notoriously "granny" when I drive). Well, I backed carefully right up into another car. Um, yeah. So after alarming poor Jenn, I got out and attempted to find the owner of the parked car. It was very old and dirty, and had out-of-date plates. After going into every store in that little strip mall and making an idiot out myself ("Hey! Is anybody the owner of this car? Because I ran into it."), I couldn't find the owner. So I took down the plate number, left a note to the effect of, "I ran into your car very slowly. Sorry. Here's my info" and we went to the game. Even though Jillian's team lost, it was fun. She's a great basketball player. More on that later. In the meantime, during half time, I called the Memphis PD to tell them about the car. They ran the plates and they were WAY OUT OF DATE. We're talking years, here. Anyway, that means one of a few things:
1) I ran into an abandonded car
2) I ran into a stolen car
3) I ran into the car, but the owners don't want it to be known that the plates are so out of date, so they didn't report it.

Anyway, they haven't called me yet.

Back to the weekend...
After the game and taking Jillian to pick up her stuff from the hotel, Jenn and I took a walk around the Rhodes campus and then headed to the campsite where we'd stay. We stopped at this little greasy spoon place that was both a gas station AND a diner. That was the second such place that day. Earlier, on the way to Memphis, we stopped at a Gas Station / Diner/ MARINA. Yup.
Anyway, we ate a wonderful dinner, then set up camp down the road. Her parents came later and set up their RV. The next morning we got up and had a famous Compton Family "westy" breakfast (Westy is what they call their RV.) We then went into town and had AWESOME Bar-B-Q @ a place called Rezendevous BBQ. We walked around Beale street for awhile, which we need to go back to when we have more time. Oh, and we also saw the famous Peabody Ducks. I will let the link explain. It was cool, in that "Why?" sort of way.

Then back to Nashville. There we worked, worked, and worked. Then Jenn surprised me with Sushi before I drove home in the Wind, Rain, and Fog. I took these three things as a sign I shouldn't have left Nashville. But alas, there's work to be done.

Wow. BABBLE BABBLE BABBLE!!! But I had somehting to write about other than school. So there you go.

I hope everyone is well.
Peace,
Joe