Oh Look Palm Trees

Alright, here's the deal. The idea of having a blog blossomed over a trio of snowy January days when campus decided to completely shut down after Athens received at most three inches of snow. Sitting in the dorm room bored to tears - oh what I would give to have that problem now - my fellow Girl told me to start a blog. This new blog was then forgotten - we just had to watch The Sound of Music, a movie that my fellow bloggers were less than impressed by - until we started out on what will now be referred to as The Great Chaco Adventure. A little background information is necessary to fully grasp the extent of this adventure, so here it goes.

Dangerlegs received a lovely pair of Foxy Green Chacos as a Christmas present from her parents that turned out to be a size too small. Since she is from the great Centennial State, she asked to have the new pair of shoes shipped to her here at the dorm, giving FedEx her school address and expecting her shoes, oh I don't know, in a timely manner. A month later, we were worried about the whereabouts of said Foxy Green Chacos, so a call was put in to Dangerlegs' mama who called FedEx who had apparently sent the shoes to a bus stop in the middle of nowhereville and then sent them back to a warehouse. Mama told FedEx that this warehouse was NOT where the Chacos needed to be, so they sent them to a new address. Commence Shipping Fiasco Number Two: the shoes were now shipped to an address that, while on campus, was not our dorm and signed for by an LBradshaw. Now that the shoes had been signed for, FedEx thought they'd been delivered, so we were out of luck until Dangerlegs did some detective work. Using the handy-dandy UGA Directory to figure out just where the elusive shoes had been delivered, we set out on an adventure that finally ended happily, but not without a few bumps - and red lights - along the way.

It's Friday afternoon, and we have located the building that we think the shoes have been shipped to. Dropping Dangerlegs off out front, The Captain and I took a lap around the block before doing what we do best (hanging out in rando places) for a good fifteen minutes while Dangerlegs took her sweet time sniffing out another clue. She came back out, armed with a new name and number, and we continued our sleuthing game as we drove out to Target for some essentials (read gummy worms and printer ink). Just as we pulled into the parking lot, Dangerlegs got a phone call: WE HAD LOCATED THE SHOES. Spinning a quick U-ey, we headed back across Athens, waiting not-so-patiently for Gladys the Garmin to finally acquire satellites so we could find the Foxy Green Chacos. The Great Chaco Adventure was well underway, my friends, but little did we know that it was far from over. You see, this "other" Dangerlegs who had mistakenly been given the shoes in question lived as far from Target as it was possible to get while still being in Athens, so after a solid half hour of red lights and rando back roads, we finally arrived, grabbed the shoes and did a fist pumping victory dance in the parking lot. I'm pretty sure I hear the Rocky theme play people, it was that kind of moment.

Now Stage Two of The Great Chaco Adventure began as we wound our way back from the outskirts of Athens to Target - we still needed those gummy worms and printer ink you see. We got off the Loop 10 and, since we're poor college students and I have a thing for cheap romance novels, decided to hit up America's Thrift Store (I'd even printed off the 10% off coupon guys, we were in full spend-thrift mode here). Now we'd all been to the thrift store before, but my sense of direction, and apparently my partners' in crimes too, is not exactly the sharpest, so we headed oh I don't know TEN MINUTES in the wrong direction before we realized that we clearly were heading to nowhere fast if where we wanted to be was the thrift store. Making another u-ey - I am clearly destined to be good at these - we headed back toward where we'd exited the Loop, passing some palm trees that our dear Dangerlegs so kindly pointed out as we went by for the second, or was it the third?, time. Since you guys don't know my from Adam and therefore don't know how I would react to the stress of 2 hours in the car after a long day of school on an empty stomach, allow me to fill you in: I went BESERK. I actually threatened to pull the car over and kill her (could I have sounded any more like my mother?!). For those of you who were worried, no blood was shed, but by the time we arrived back at the dorm, printer ink, gummy worms, cheap romance novels, and, of course, the Foxy Green Chacos in tow, tensions were running high. We unwound by eating some hun-ten-cal-fro-yo over at The O before spending the rest of the evening watching Liberty's Kids (more on that particular joy later).

Needless to say, The Great Chaco Adventure will not soon be forgotten by those of us livin' in the UGA.