Yes, this is getting its own post

The Pensacola trip last Saturday was a complete blast. It was Taryn, Meagan and I. The trip started off with going to the wrong town house to pick up Meg. On the way there, we decided that our first stop would be the graffiti bridge:

Although you cannot see it in this picture, there are train tracks that run all across the top of it. We climbed up top and this was our view:

Seeing that there were other people walking along the tracks, we decided to have our own Stand by Me moment (all of which was supposed to be a joke). We begin walking along the tracks and as soon as we hit the tracks that are over the water, I completely freeze up. I'm petrified of not only heights, but possible death and that seemed like a perfectly logical possibility at the time (but who knew that we had bigger problems coming our way... literally?) My sister takes me hand and kind of coaches me over each track, which is silly sounding, really, but was much appreciated. We stop near the middle with about halfway to go before we get over the water. When we stop to take pictures and whatever, my sister begins walking ahead on the right side where there is no railing. Meg picks up where Taryn left off and helps me get over the steps. As I'm paying too close attention to my two sandaled feet as they slowly try to take on two tracks at a time, Meagan decides that it's a great time to blurt one, frantic word. Her word of choice? "Train." I look up to see this rusty, steaming mass nearing the very tracks that we are planted on and I look to my sister, who is luckily at the end of the tracks above the water and I watch her run to the side where stacks of rocks are set up. I cannot even begin to express how thankful I was to see her get to safety and not be left with the only choice of jumping into the terrifying water below us. I snap back into it and realize that I've been yelling "WHAT DO WE DO, WHAT DO WE DO, WHAT DO WE DO????!!!" to Meagan in the most shaky excuse for a voice that I could muster. Since we were not even close to reaching the end of the tracks, she led me to the left side where all that we had to stand on was the most unsteady metal thing and two wires to hold onto to. We started to run as fast as the thing we were standing on would allow us to and then it happened. That huge gust of wind that makes your insides completely shrivel up. I wish I could replay those moments and watch from the sidelines. There were were, holding on to two shitty wires for dear life as a train rushed pass us at who knows what speed. It was the most terrifying thing that I have ever experienced. I was separated from my sister, and I just knew that it was only a matter of seconds until my purse would be forced from my shoulder and swept into the way of the train. I forced my eyes open to see Meagan handling things much better than I was and she began to shout for me to hold onto the wire and follow her to the end where the rocks were. The train continued on its way and we finally made it to the end. I stood there, gripping the last of the wire and standing on the first few rocks, aching and once again, frozen. We stood there for a few seconds and then I broke down and started to cry. She started down the rocks and I slowly followed her as my knees buckled and I tried to catch my breath.

To get an idea of where we were. This was taken when I got halfway down the mountain of rocks:

Minutes before, we were standing on that shitty metal grate and clenching that wire.

We're still separated from my sister at this point and we eventually call her to run underneath the bridge to the side we're on when we notice that the train is nowhere near done. We meet up, freak out together, wait for the train to pass, and somehow make our way across the tracks back to the car.

After all of the excitement, we almost ended up in Alabama, walked around the mall where Taryn tried to walk up the down escalator and got yelled at by a worker. Then we went across the street to eat at Whataburger and pretty much annoy the workers with our choice of jukebox music. First Meg went up and selected two Backstreet Boys songs and one Nsync song and we sang along. Then I fished out the 50 cents from my wallet and made my own selection: "Let's Get it On." It was more than amazing and I think that we laughed and gasped for air the whole way through it. After that we spent about an hour playing with every toy in Toys R Us and purchased a huge green Frisbee type thing. We ended the trip with getting lost trying to find the graffiti bridge again after buying two huge sharpies.

A horrid picture, but one of maybe three that I can tolerate to post. Note the fabulous Kevin Jonas button.

An Of Montreal lyric

Thy name

All of our names from the road

I'm not going to read through this right now to check for typos and such, so deal.

I really must be getting to bed. This took me foreverrrrr to type out.

Currently Listening to: Matt and Kim