Conway!

For those of you following this travelogue, I must warn you that the rest of the trip, while wonderful, was not nearly as funny as Day 1.  It was, however, very enjoyable, meaningful, and memorable in an altogether different sort of way. 

After our morning constitutional along the Mississippi, we packed up and said good-bye to Memphis.  We never did see BB King, though we did pass the Pyramid on our way out.  It's kind of weird.  No, really weird.  There is even a statue of  Ramses the Great out front.  But you can't fool me.  I knew I wasn't in Egypt because there were no fellucas on the river.

We crossed the Nile Mississippi on 1-40 and entered Arkansas: The Natural State.  It was flat.  Really flat.  We gazed out across wide, flat (did I say it was flat?) fields that reminded me a wee bit of the rice fields of Andhra Pradesh. There were no buffaloes, though, so I knew I was in Arkansas, not India.  See, I told you, you can't fool me.  Joel kept remarking about how nice the fields were.  I am wondering if he has a secret hankering to be a farmer...

Anyway, with four hungry boys in the car, we found our way to the nearest Cracker Barrel for a late, leisurely breakfast.  I am not a huge fan of Cracker Barrel, but their breakfasts are decent and large.  Even Joel left the table full, I'm happy to report.

We got to Conway about 3:00, checked in, and settled in.  The boys headed to the fitness center.  Coty got ready for the wedding rehearsal and I did ... nothing.  Rare.  Delightful.  I just rested and took my time to get gussied up for the rehearsal dinner.  It felt like a vacation. Ahhhhhh......