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This is a cross-posting from Geni’s MySpace blog. If you aren’t one of her MySpace friends, you can’t see it. That’s why I’m posting it here. Here is the original link if you want to see it.

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Category: Friends

I can’t believe I forgot to tell you about the trip back home!!!!!

I guess I got all caught up in the sweet-mellow stuff about the fairy tale wedding that I didn’t think about it, but you haven’t heard -or read rather- it all!!! Wait until I tell you about the trip back to Chattanooga… you’re going to love this… well, maybe.

You already know that I went up to Nashville (well, it wasn’t quite Nashville but somewhere kinda close, wherever Butterfly Hollow is at… lol) in an awesome road trip with Amy, Garrett and [Megan's] Adam; but you don’t know that I rode back home with Sandy who also lives in Chattanooga and was kind enough to let me ride along.

Well, Sandy and I said good bye to the newlyweds and jumped in the car… we immediately started talking about all kinds of random things… My hubby, her hubby, Amy and Garrett’s reception, friends, her sister’s pool, the cake we had just eaten and every little detail of the wedding day. At some point during the trip, we heard her cell phone ring, but I was unable to identify where the sound was coming from and gave up really soon, as she said it was probably in her suit case and whoever was calling didn’t try again.

We were taking HWY 111 and we stopped at a gas station to get something to drink. When we got out of the car Sandy was able to find her cell phone and decided to check her voice mail. She said it was Adam, but she couldn’t tell if it was my Adam or Megan’s, so she let me listen to the message. It was really hard to make out what he was saying, because the message was cutting off and with a really bad reception but I could tell after the first syllable that it was not my Adam, it sounded like Megan’s.

Sandy was surprised since she didn’t think that he had her cell phone number, and she tried to call back but couldn’t get through. We kept thinking and worrying about it, since [Megan's] Adam was riding with Christopher back to Chattanooga and we thought they might’ve gotten lost or something, but it was strange, because if they were lost, we would be the last people on earth able to help them find their way home… lol

So we got back in the car, and honestly after that gas station it was as if civilization had ended. We didn’t see anything for miles and miles, and while Sandy chatted away I kept thinking how creepy the road looked, and how dark everything was, since there were no lights or houses or.. well… NOTHING.

We kept talking and all of the sudden Sandy says “Why didn’t I get gas?” and then I saw the gas indicator: ALMOST EMPTY!!!!!!!!

From this point on I can tell you I was doing anything but singing road trip songs… Everything around us was covered by the deepest darkness you can imagine and I couldn’t see any trace of light ahead of us as much as I tried. She kept chatting and I kept praying in every language I know (which it’s only two) until I ran out of prayers… I kept thinking about all those crazy movies where someone gets stranded on an empty road and then… well, you know… Massacre in Texas or whatever it’s called.

I was so scared!!!!!!!

But apparently I was the only one because Sandy didn’t seem to worry at all even though the indicator kept going down and down, all the way down to the middle of the E, and there was still nothing on the road, no fast food places, no gas stations, not even an exit! I was like “What’s going on???” and then I remembered that somewhere about 30 or 40 years ago the interstate system pretty much killed the highways and now there’s nothing on them but the creepiest emptiness.

I’m telling you, this was super SUPER creepy. And it got so bad, that if we got on a hill, the gas indicator would go even lower, and I kept waiting with my eyes almost shut for the car to go out right there and then.

We made it to HWY 27 and I thought WE ARE SAVED! but just like a mirage, it looked like we had found a BP gas station and then we couldn’t find it when we got off the exit… and then we found a Walmart and the gas station was closed!!!!!!! Really, the car must’ve been running on the fumes because the only time I’ve seen a gas indicator that low my car has been turned off.

Miraculously we made it to a real BP gas station on Dayton Pike and pumped 16 of the 17 gallons that Sandy’s car’s gas tank holds and I thanked and thanked and thanked God for not letting me be part of some Jeepers Creepers awful real life movie horror…. and of course Sandy never worried at all and she even said “I knew we would make it… maybe we could’ve gotten to your house just fine” LOL