Goonies, goatse, and gospel...what great Christmases are made of
So this Christmas was special for me. This was the first Christmas I've spent with my mom in at least five years. It turned out to be a pretty great one, overall, because it had all the traditional stuff that's great about Christmas, and some random great stuff that kept things exciting.
Saturday night we had Mexican for dinner and went and saw a movie, The Pursuit of Happyness. It was pretty good, though my first inclination was to see Eragon. Unfortunately my mom has an extreme and hateful paranoia of all things reptilian and magic, therefore a movie with a huge magical dragon was barely considered. It ended up being alright. My mom enjoyed it. Whatever.
Sunday morning I got roped into, (alone, because my dear husband was conveniently feeling sinusy) going to church. They took me to an all black (with the exception of us dopey white folks clapping off beat in the back) church. It was an enjoyable experience. The minister was like six foot five with a voice like James Earl Jones and a southern accent you could cut with a knife. It was the kind of voice you'd just listen to read the phone book, much less tell any kind of coherent story. The music was just as incredible as you could possibly hope for. Two of the soloists could have shamed Aretha Franklin off the stage. Most of them came over and hugged and greeted us afterward. No one called us out as tourists, so it was cool.
Another highlight of the holiday was a trip to Stumphouse tunnel and Issaqueena Falls outside Walhalla, SC.
The falls:
The railroad tunnel was started before the Civil War, and they dug some 1,600 feet into the granite mountain before the funding ran out and the War started. Walking into it was like a scene out of The Goonies.
About halfway through the tunnel there was a huge, gaping, dripping ventilation shaft. We obviously dubbed it the goatse hole, because...ew, look at it.
And all this stuff happened before the actual day of Christmas, but after all that we just had to relax and do normal stuff like hang out in our pajamas and eat cookies. Because that's a crazy couple of days, right there.
Saturday night we had Mexican for dinner and went and saw a movie, The Pursuit of Happyness. It was pretty good, though my first inclination was to see Eragon. Unfortunately my mom has an extreme and hateful paranoia of all things reptilian and magic, therefore a movie with a huge magical dragon was barely considered. It ended up being alright. My mom enjoyed it. Whatever.
Sunday morning I got roped into, (alone, because my dear husband was conveniently feeling sinusy) going to church. They took me to an all black (with the exception of us dopey white folks clapping off beat in the back) church. It was an enjoyable experience. The minister was like six foot five with a voice like James Earl Jones and a southern accent you could cut with a knife. It was the kind of voice you'd just listen to read the phone book, much less tell any kind of coherent story. The music was just as incredible as you could possibly hope for. Two of the soloists could have shamed Aretha Franklin off the stage. Most of them came over and hugged and greeted us afterward. No one called us out as tourists, so it was cool.
Another highlight of the holiday was a trip to Stumphouse tunnel and Issaqueena Falls outside Walhalla, SC.
The falls:
The railroad tunnel was started before the Civil War, and they dug some 1,600 feet into the granite mountain before the funding ran out and the War started. Walking into it was like a scene out of The Goonies.
About halfway through the tunnel there was a huge, gaping, dripping ventilation shaft. We obviously dubbed it the goatse hole, because...ew, look at it.
And all this stuff happened before the actual day of Christmas, but after all that we just had to relax and do normal stuff like hang out in our pajamas and eat cookies. Because that's a crazy couple of days, right there.
posted by Connoisseur of Human Folly | 7:48 PM
3 Comments:
Nice Goatse hole!
Okay, that totally ruled.
Hey, just wanted to drop a line and say I enjoyed your blog. It turned up on a random search for reading that included Charlaine Harris and I found you and I seem to enjoy them the same way. I'll look for you again - did you enjoy Working for the Devil? I've got it on reserve - just curious. L
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