Crossing the Georgia state line around 7am was a surprise after the cluster fuck of traffic I hit in Tennessee. My hope was to take the bypass around Knoxville but that didn't go very well. Thank you jacked up construction! Luckly I made up time once I got through it all and onto 129. And of course I had to jam to some Brantley as soon as my jeep tiers hit the on ramp. What kind of BG fan would I be if I didn't ?
As soon as I see a rest area I pull over. Excessive amounts of Starbucks was not smart prior to an 8 hour road trip. This is also a great spot to stretch my legs and call Mr. Dupree. (That's usually what I call Justin for some odd reason. The fact that it annoys him is just a bonus)
" I belong to the drinkin class. Monday through Friday man...." the song cut off as Justin answered. Hey ms lead foot. Making good time since you're calling already. Justin teases.
First of all did you expect any less, second congratulations, and it's about Damn time! I laughed as he huffed and mocked me.
Ok so enough with the pleasantries, I say anxiously, I'm ready for the new directions.
I assume you remember how to get to our house? Justin asks with a tone telling me he's mocking me again. Well don't go that way this time. This time follow the signs for maysville. Yes before you even ask it's the same one Brantley Gilbert lives in and whatever your next question is the answer is NO !
Awww but Dupree! I whine in the most annoying voice possible. But you don't even know what I'll ask. I pout knowing it's fallen of deaf ears. Fine you big ol meanass. I huff at him. I'll see you in a couple hours.
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