And because I'm feeling so much better, I had a low-key, weirdly fun weekend.
The fun started on Friday when Sarah and I went to the Southern Women's Show. After the show, we stopped for a late lunch at Pop's Dogs and Ma's Burgers.
It's one of those local landmark places that I've always been curious about but never visited. I have absolutely no idea why, but as a teen/young adult, I always thought of the place as being where the perverts hung out. I pictured the interior as being dark and smokey and full of perverted old men, most likely without pants. But when we asked Google where we should go eat, Pop's Dogs and Ma's Burgers popped up as an option. We decided to be brave it and give it a try.
I'm so glad we did! The place turned out to be THE quirkiest, weirdest place I've ever eaten. And I'm a little bit in love with it. The place (I really can't call it a restaurant. It only has six seats.) is tiny and every inch is crammed with memorabilia and little oddities to look at and/or play with.
Honestly, I was a little skeptical stepping in but the food was good, the conversation with Ma, Pa and the other patrons was fun and interesting and we had a great time. No perverts in sight and I'll definitely go back again sometime.
Friday night, I started hat #16 in anticipation of a Saturday road trip to celebrate my last free weekend of 2018. Mike and I planned to drive to Colonial Beach and eat a meal on the water. Not a big trip, I just needed to see flowing water before I went back to work for the season.
Well, Saturday was cold and a little rainy and Mike didn't want to make the trip. Fine! I'd go without him.
Big mistake! I thought I knew where I was going but doh! I turned onto the wrong road and ended up on a river 137 miles south of Colonial Beach. Good Lord! I've always said I could get lost in a phone booth, but ... 137 miles off course! Good grief!
But it turned out okay. So what if I didn't see Colonial Beach. I saw a beach. I saw flowing water. I had good music to listen to and my weight in junk food to eat while I drove. I found my way home eventually and Little Red and I had a fun road trip adventure.
And since I didn't actually make it to Colonial Beach on Saturday, Mike drove me on Sunday. I got a little bit of car knitting on my diagonal striped blanket done, but mostly I just looked out the window at the passing scenery.
Of course, I drove all that way, on two different days, and never took the first photo of the water. Oops.
So what did you create over the weekend?