This past weekend, we went on an adventure.
A good friend was getting married in Louisville, KY, so we planned to make a weekend out of it. We drove down to the wedding on Saturday in time to arrive at the wedding, and just as it was ending Peter’s concussion symptoms started to come back, so we just went to our hotel room and relaxed. I enjoyed some decaf coffee and oreos (first time for both in awhile!). We drove around Bardstown street for what seemed like ages until we found a place for dinner that actually had some parking in front of it (at…9pm). We weren’t anticipating such limited parking and soooo many people still going out to eat at 8:30 at night!
After check out the next morning we headed out to Elizabethtown, KY, which was only 45 minutes south. Mr Crunchy and I have loved that movie for a very long time and talked about it a lot before we even started dating, so we were very much looking forward to experiencing it and we were hoping to find a place to eat.
Well….apparently most of Elizabethtown wasn’t actually filmed in Elizabethtown. The town square was cute, but it was Sunday in the South so everything was closed. We drove around for awhile before stopping for lunch at the cutest place in Elizabethtown called “Back Home.” We agreed that the sweet tea was the best we had ever tasted, the chicken fried chicken was crispy and delicious, and the freshly homemade peach cobbler was just heavenly. So if you’re ever on an adventure near there, do yourself a favor and stop in for lunch. I’m sure we looked like typical “young’ins” to them because for the majority of the meal we were glued to the phone where we were watching the Netherlands vs Mexico World Cup game. #becausefutbol, that’s why. And yes, we did jump up and down and high-five and silent scream in the lobby when the Netherlands scored their second goal.
We had to travel to Tennessee for our class, so we decided to leave early to allow for “well that’s looks interesting!” side stops on the way down. We stopped at a Civil War battlefield, drove to an Australian safari (but decided we didn’t have the time or money to go inside to see the koalas), and we stopped at the Mammoth Cave and learned about the origin of the Black Stone Cherry song “Ghost of Floyd Collins.”
On the highway, right after we said, “at the next exit we should use the bathroom,” we encountered a flashing sign that said “lanes closed MM 99-96.” No road barriers, no cones, no more informative signs. Everyone else kept going and there were no signs of delay (and we couldn’t find a different route). Well, there was a major delay and 2 hours later we had only traveled 7 miles further. FINALLY, we saw an exit sign, and since no one else seemed to be moving, we took the shoulder all the way down. A few drivers tried to go halfway in their lane and on the shoulder to stop us, but we have an SUV – we drove on the grass. It was an emergency.
We pulled out an old-fashioned map because my iPhone wouldn’t give me any reroute options and found a new way. We made it to our class a half hour late, but thankfully the ladies were very understanding. The class went really well, and we experienced true Southern hospitality there. Our new friend had brought some maternity clothes for me (that all fit perfectly!), and her mom insisted that we take some cash “for whatever you need.” We didn’t leave until 10:30pm and my phone said we would arrive home around 4am.
Around midnight we were so tired – I’m avoiding coffee and sodas during the pregnancy, and Peter was fading fast. I pulled up my Expedia app and found a motel for $50 with 4 good reviews on it. It looked fine from the outside, so we booked it. Walked in once we got confirmation, turns out we were at the wrong one (the names are REALLY similar). We found the right one and once we got to our room we looked at each other and just started laughing hysterically. It smelled funny, the carpets used to be blue, and the towels were a discolored version of white. Mr Crunchy said it looked like a sketchy motel from an 80s movie where the main characters are a biker dude and a woman of the night. We sprayed the bed down with our On Guard spray (quilt, pillows, and sheets) and tried to get some sleep. In the morning, we covered the floor with the towels so we didn’t have to touch the carpet. We agreed that next time, we’re spending the extra $10 to stay at a place we trust – and preferably one that has breakfast.
It was quite the adventure, and we are so glad to be home!