The Secret Life of the American Teenager

The End Begins and The End Ends

This post is a few days removed from the final leg of our trip, but I’ll do my best to recall what happened. It should be noted that I have a terrible memory. Our last day of the trip was spent in Nashville. We woke up at a leisurely ten o’ clock, and went to go get some breakfast at the (apparently) famous Pancake Pantry. They had some delicious blueberry pancakes, I must say. At this particular pancake eatery, they serve you a large slab of butter on your plate to use on your cakes. I’m not sure if it was travel fatigue finally catching up to me, but for some odd reason I thought that was ice cream. I suppose I didn’t think it was that weird to be given ice cream with my pancakes; I was pretty excited about it honestly. So, after taking a bite of hot cakes, I went in for some ice cream. I was terribly confused upon the initial tasting; I couldn’t understand why my ice cream tasted warm and slightly salty. And then it dawned on me, with the proverbial light bulb turning on in my head and whatnot. It wasn’t too traumatizing, because I used to eat plain ol’ butter as a kid. It brought back good childhood memories, memories of more carefree times when I could eat butter and not be judged for it. But I digress. After breakfast, we looked around the shops in the area, waiting for the bus to take us to the mall…and more shopping. I bought a couple of used books. Then we loaded up and headed to the Nashville mall, which was terrifyingly large. I’m talkin’ merry-go-round in the food court large. I shopped some more, spending way too much money on clothes I didn’t need, and had some dinner. Then it was a long night on the bus, driving all the way back to Springfield over night. It wasn’t too bad, time flies when you have a story due by the time you get back. We arrived back home deprived of sleep but with plenty of memories to take back with us.