Let's randomly begin at the beginning...

*I should start out by placing a disclaimer on this little gem of a blog and say that there will be horrendous spelling errors in here. Not to mention the grammatical errors that will most likely follow those spelling errors. Just go with because I do.

"So, I'm moving to Florida"

    "well, that's random"

I heard a lot of that when I announced to everyone I've ever known...friends....family....random people who will remain nameless....random boys I had random relationships with...random bar patrons I cried to on the night of my going away celebration...the random bank teller who insisted that "my whole life was about to begin now!" (that's funny, what have I been doing this whole time until now, Deb?)


Pretty much everyone.

I picked up everything I owned, a side table, some clothes, a random lamp, had my dad pack up my car and drove down with my best friend from the greatest state in the Union, Wisconsin, all the way to Flo-Rida.

We saw a lot of signs on the way down that stated "Hell is real" and "God saves." We went with the later of the two since it was a long trip and we listened to mostly Chelsea Handler on tape.

What most people don't know because mainly I forgot to tell them, is that when we stopped in the most random state of all, Tennessee, something SO random happened that it's almost too good to be true.

          The story starts like this...I had to do all of the driving because my car is stick shift and even though my best friend is talented in many ways, she's lacking in the random knowledge of how to drive a stick.
 I was getting tired and we had made our goal to get to Tennessee and call it quits. We found a hotel that looked the least like we were going to get raped there, parked the car, took the smallest amount we could with out the car exploding all of my things everywhere, and dragged ourselves inside.
   This place was about 2 steps up from a Motel 6 and about 9 steps down from a Courtyard Marriott (I don't know, is that a good one?) My besty and I walked up to the concierge got a room and went up to the second floor, room 456. I insert the key, open the door, take two steps in and began to realize we weren't the only one's with this room.
   The pungent smell of a cheep mens cologne filled the air while ESPN sports center boomed in the background. In that instant I realized that this room was already occupied by no one other than a dodgey middle aged traveling business man who probably sold soap out of a suit case and belonged to a club now one knows about but everyone is a part of.
   I turned so quickly into Margaret (my besty) that my momentum forced her out of the room. We got into the hall and burst out laughing.
                 The both of us ran giggling down the 1995 decorated hall way towards the elevator. As we did so, sort, wheezing, loud whispers came from me saying, "OH MY GOD, MARGARET, THAT ROOM IS ALREADY OCCUPIED!!"

The lady at the front desk assured us that that NEEEEVER happens and apologized profusely.  Needless to say we made is to Florida all in one piece, but of course not with out some random occurrence.

That was over three months ago and quite a bit has happened since.

I plan to keep you all informed of my most random life experiences while on this crazy adventure in Florida--as there are far too many to keep to myself already.

If variety is the spice of life, then randomness is most definitely the whipped cream and cherry on top!

MA