...or, more accurately, Sorcerer Mickey!
We left at the ungodly hour of 3 a.m. We were smart and had packed the car to the gills on Saturday night. Mom and LOML were in bed by like 9 and I didn't crawl/collapse until around 11 but that was o.k. since mom was taking the first leg of the trip.
The morning ride was uneventful and we arrived in Alabama for breakfast.
We decided to stop at a local watering hole. I could have sworn I had heard of the Waffle House before but the locals insisted that it was the only one on earth.
Then again, these were the locals I talked to and I don't believe they have been anywhere other than the farm. Eh, whatcha gonna do? Can't talk to a stubborn ass now can you?
We have a tradition on our first night and it includes ordering pizza to our room and drinking it down with orange Fanta. We did that the first two trips, so now it's a tradition. I was dreading getting the pizza because the last two trips it was just blah, but they must have changed up the pizza because this time, it was much better. I actually enjoyed it.
Yeah, those are bing cherries. We always bring food from home. We love our fruit and would rather bring it than pay for it.
Here's our view. I love Pop Century. The ambiance is so family friendly and just completely awesome. We were lucky enough to be in the 60's building at the back. It was so quiet. It was a long walk, but the quiet more than made up for it.