June 1, 2011 by The Writer
So here it is maybe the last post, maybe, I don’t know, I might have to put in some more photos but anyway we got to Nashville and there was the most funniest story, I’d like to tell it the long medieval way with alas and thy in it, so here I go:
We hopped off the tiny airplane [[it could barely fit twenty people]] and we were greeted by the crisp airs of Spring in Nashville. As soon as we got off and went through a series of loopy escalators and curvy hallways. We exited the airport freedom of all the smokey airs in France and Rome and Italy. But alas!! Mom and Nica were nowhere to be found. So Dad called Mom, she didn’t answer, so he tried his last resort, Nica, [[a.k.a my sister]]. the conversation with a little something like this:
Dad: Where Are You?
[[I couldn't hear her so moving on]]
Dad: Where near the boarding gates where are you?
[[So he explained]]
Soon we spotted them, for they had recently been in Atlanta (Thumbz Down)…. Shopping. So they were wearing all new clothes and stuff. Moving on.
So after we hugged it out, and everything. We started to head outside. “I dont think this is where me parked” remarked a voice, yes Mom’s voice. So we headed down in the elevator to level 3. We get to the third level. “I don’t think we parked here either” Mom added. “Call me when you find it” Dad answered. So after searching floor Mom says triumphantly “I found it!”. We took the escalator down to the second floor and of course, again Mom forgot where she parked it. After taking a five minute break for tea and cookies we resumed our searching which of course the car was finally found!! Hooray! So we loaded our stuff into the car as Mom told us the long story of how she forgot where she parked the car.
“While we were walking toward the entrance we saw this old lady on a moving walkway, and she was sitting down she was too afraid to get up so I had to help steer get to the end of it” Mom explained while driving out of the covered parking garage. “And so anyway we went in and saw this guy playing his guitar and Nica was like “Mom ask him how he gets gigs” and I reply “Why don’t you?” so she hisses. “No mom, you do it!!” so I go up and ask him, he gives us a list of places and then Nica prefoms for the people in the cafe. And then this black women exits to go have a cigarette and when she tried to go back in through the Exit she screamed at the guard, so she went to security and they people in here were joining in with her to see more of her protests. And with all the meeting I lost where the car was” Mom finished.
And so that’s the story of how everything goes right on your trip but at the end there’s always something.
Bye!!!!
I want to write my stuff on it…. It will be called www.FearThySeddie13.worpress.com yay!!!! Byyyyyeeee for now!!!!!
