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More about the Georgia visit

I’ve been meaning to talk about our trip within a trip, from Georgia to Alabama with the Georgia contingency of PILs, but you don’t have any of the OTHER stories yet, so I’ll just take my sweet old time and blog about it one little disjointed piece at a time.

My MIL was pretty stoked that I liked antiques and flea markets and stuff, so on the first day just she and I went to Pine Mountain, GA to look at the many little shops there.

It was a very pretty little town.

We ate lunch at a place called the Purple Cow cafe, which displayed local art, had ancient plank floors, had very high ceilings, and had an adorable very old lady ringing in the purchases. Put it this way…by the time she finished ringing in your lunch your lunch was ready. And maybe getting cold. She was very cute, too.

I couldn’t get a better shot of her. People in Georgia and Alabama are a little wonky about strangers photographing them. Just to give you a for instance, I had to do some fancy misdirection thing just to get a photo of an Alabama man’s mullet that, by all rights and purposes, was MEANT to be photographed. I mean, look at it in all it’s majesty:

I was really impressed. I kind of took a shot of our table, and then a shot of the window, and tried to make it look like I was taking a shot of the soda machine while trying to do the wonderful mullet the justic it deserved photographically. Alas, I ended up with a subpar photograph, and I think he was on to me. In fact, my MIL said that she thought the lady sitting with him said “Honey, I think that girl just took a picture of you.” I wish I’d have heard that, because I would have totally fessed up and then asked him to pose. It wouldn’t be hard for me to get across just the right attitude, one of appreciation and awe, to let him know that I wasn’t making fun of him at all. I just wanted to document his fabulous hairdo. So I did document it, but without the benefit of his posing or knowing for sure that I was taking a photo, and if I ever get an email from him demanding that I pay him royalties for putting him on my blog, I will merely explain that I have only managed to earn $.22 (that’s twenty-two cents) in the entire life of this blog, and that I will give him a whole DOLLAR if he’ll just let me keep the photo up. Because I think it’s great that he has that hairdo, and I hope he just lets it get longer and more mullety. It looks good on him and I would tell him that to his face. I regret that I didn’t.

So, more to follow on the trip. I will warn you that while I revere the Mullet Man and am not (I’m not kidding, I’m really not) making fun of him, I’m going to show you some things I saw in a huge antique mall in Alabama, and I won’t be as reverent. In fact, I’d get ready for some irreverant antique shopping with me, if I were you. And I won’t be ashamed.


Well, it’s been forever, and I guess that’s OK. I mean, nobody’s pining away for news on me. Which is a good thing. Because that would be sorta creepy.

We’re back from Georgia and it was a really nice trip. We went to visit the hubby’s dad and stepmom (henceforth known as the PIL – parents in law) and although 10 hours up and back in the car is sort of devastating, LaGrange Georgia is a nice town and the PIL are lovely and wonderful people.

Surprisingly, even though I took a lot of photos of STUFF, I didn’t take a lot of photos of the PIL and me and Dwight. I guess it didn’t seem appropriate, or something. Dwight took a lot of picture of the FIL because one of the whole reasons we were down there was to go to this singing concert of the FIL. He’s in a singing group called The Sons of Lafayette and they are really quite amazing. Check them out.

It was quite a production. Eileen, my stepmom-in-law (which is too complicated to say every time, and she calls me her daughter-in-law, so I will call her mom-in-law or MIL and let it just be known that I have two of those. So, Eileen will be MILE and Judy (Dwight’s mom) will be MILJ. It’s like all of the sudden I’ve assigned Myers-Briggs test result acronyms to my family). Bygones.

Anyway, for this concert, Eileen was supposed to take tickets. The tickets were yellow, and they had places where you could fill out your name and address, because right after intermission there was going to be a door prize drawing. The door prizes were a dinner for two at the local Italian restaurant, dinner for two at the local IHOP, and one other one that I can’t remember. But wait. I’m getting ahead of myself.

When we got to the place, Gary was late so he had to run to get into the big group photo.

So anyway, Eileen was going to take tickets, so instead of just sitting around (which I’m not too talented at), I just decided to help her. That was fun. There were Scottish people, and an older lady flirted with me, and everybody was nice and friendly and in a good mood. They were going to a concert, after all. It was big doings.

So, the concert started and they were really great. There were a couple of wardrobe changes, and the last one was a change for their “rock and roll” segment of the evening. They sang “Splish Splash” and “Da Doo Ron Ron” and some other oldies but goodies. They had to wear plastic hats.

Notice how the other guys have their hats on like cheap detectives, while my FIL takes the alternate route and wears his like a pilgrim hat. Adorable.

More to follow on our flea-marketing and antiquing adventures, and also about the car ride itself. I know you can’t wait…