A little over a month ago I went with my mom and sister to North Carolina to see the Fab Four, an absolutely amazing Beatles tribute band, and here, once again ('cause I know how much you love 'em) are the travel notes.

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Morning Sometime: Car-
My partner's wife and young daughter have stopped for them to get food for the start of our long journey to unknown territory. I, myself, am not hungry and have instead taken a pill to help with my delicate stomach. Unfortunately, said pill makes me . . .

Hours Later: Car-
Have just woken up. My companions are arguing about something, and we are now pulling into our first real stop, to get food and drinks.

Hours Later: Car-
We have just gotten back from our second stop and our driver (my partner's daughter) has fallen in love.

Hours Later: Car-
We've hit a snag in the road, some one's cart has over-turned, so we are now searching for an alternative route. Comments about Deliverance and shotguns are not welcome . . .

Minutes Later: Car-
We managed to bypass the accident and are back on course. Now, if only my companions would stop fighting . . .

Hours Later: Car-
My partner's wife is convinced that the Mage has led us astray and we are better off without such "mysticism". Our driver insists on the integrity of the All-Knowing Mage and to listen to her wisdom.

An Hour Later: Car-
We have reached are destination and are now pulling into out lodging for the next few nights. I can't wait to see the reason for our coming here.

Morning Sometime-Second Day: Hotel-
Slept on the floor, but other than being cold, was quite comfortable. Get to see the quartet of bards set up today, then the true performance tonight. My companions are jealous . . . too bad for them.

Afternoon Sometime: Backstage-
Have fallen in love all over again with the fantastic Bards. So amazing . . .

Time Lapse

Night-After the Show: Backstage-
My partner's wife is acting weird.

Later:Hotel-
So sleepy. . .

Morning Sometime-Third Day: Hotel-
Just said goodbye to my favorite Bard and am now with my partner's wife talking to some nice, fellow travllers, one who is an artist.

Later: Car-
Have left, eaten, and consulted with the Mage. Now I'm taking another pill and am . . .

Later:Car-
Have stopped to rest for the night. We are now getting out of our carriage to look for a place to have the photographs I took made, and to get something to eat.

An Hour later: Hotel-
I shouldn't have eaten so much! Photos came out good, though, some better than others, but serviceable I think. Our driver and I have begun to act . . . queerly. I think the long drives and pills are finally getting to us both.

Morning Sometime-Fourth Morning: Car-
Ahh, in a few hours we'll be home.

Hours Later: Rest stop-
Dear Gods! My hands, my hands!

Hours Later: Car-
Wheee, fireworks!!!! . . . Wait, what do you mean we have to wait until July??? Curses!

An Hour Later: Car-
Mmmm, candied pecans . . . wasn't I on a diet? Oops.

An Hour Later: Car/Driveway-
Ahh, home, crap home! At least my partner was here to greet us.

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So ends my trip to see the Fantastic Quartet and my first(and last) time out with my partner's wife and daughter.