I am finally up and about after an INSANE 48 hours.

This weekend, I returned to Tallahassee, FL for the first time since I moved from there (over 2 years ago) to photography Catherine and Will's wedding on Saturday. (More on this soon...)

Everything that could go wrong seemed to on the way out of town and I was in the car from around Noon until Midnight on Friday, between traffic in ATL and the long drive.



Needless to say, it was a mostly-enjoyable trip because I had Marie (from South GA) with me second-shooting and it was a blast getting to know her better on the trip. We decided to leave last night rather than staying an extra day and made it to her place around 12:30am.

By 1:45am I was nearing Atlanta but my eyelids were growing heavier by the minute. I knew I would need a quick cat-nap and pulled off the exit. I could tell I wasn't the only one with this idea as the car next to me seemed to be occupied with slumbering road-warriors as well. I locked the doors and zonked out, waking an hour later ready to hit the road again. I decided to use the ladies room first and reached for the door...

As soon as I hit the unlock button, a screaming siren let loose accompanied by a series of honks and beeps and screeches. My car was in panic mode and I had NO idea why or how to turn it off. Lights started going on in the cars around me, people peering out the windows groggy and not so happy with the noise. After 5 minutes of scrambling to try to turn it off, it went off on it's own. I was completely embarrassed and pulled out as fast as I could, squirming in my seat. I would go to a gas station down the road and use their restroom. No such luck. Again, I was greeted with the asinine scream of the panic as soon as I tried to unlock my doors to get out. A large man with grease on his face pawed at my window instructing me with broken english to press my keys. I fumbled around pressing every button then finally I was locked in again, but in silence. I give up!

I speed off, only 50 miles from home, praying I could stay awake and get to a bathroom (and out of my car without setting off alarms) on time. Luckily, I had a can of VERY HOT and SPICY jalapeno pringles to wake me up.


As added measure, I tuned my stereo to the Crazy Frog song. For some reason, this song is unbelievably hilarious to me and has one of those chaotic dance beats that will get your blood racing. The tricks worked.



Finally, at about 4:30am I was home safe and could finally hit the sack :)