I drove my friend and fellow VisCom-er, Laura, to Columbus tonight so she could catch a bus to Chicago for the weekend. We left early in order to eat at a dining delicacy usually swarmed with pilgrims enlivened with spirits, but since it was several hours before midnight, the crowd was quite tame. Waffle House is one of many things Laura and I miss that’s in Charleston and not in Athens. Another part of our long car trips is listing all the things we miss about Charleston since only she and I are from there. Since we can’t be in Carolina, we’ll take some greasy breakfast cuisine from a horribly lit venue and pretend to be home.
I looked at this frame thinking she looked quite scholarly. Laura’s response, “I look depressed!”
Preemptive waffle euphoria.
Food only drunks and homesick people can love. 🙂