For those unaware, I’ve been bumming around Augusta for the past month or so. It’s been rather uneventful as I’ve had to undergo a tonsillectomy, one of the most painfully annoying experiences I’ve ever been through. Because of the intricacies of throat healing that I know nothing of, I was resigned to my bed for a solid 10 days straight, only leaving to get the occasional “walk around the bed” bit of exercise.
When the wounds had sufficiently healed after the 13th day of recovery, I was finally able to eat somewhat solid food and hang out with folks without being drugged up. At this point, however, I had only two weeks left for me in the good ol’ US of A. (Since I graduated in December, I’ll be going back to Germany to work for the study abroad program there for a semester before I have to deal with real world things. Should be tight, but I studied no German while home contrary to my pre-tonsillectomy plans and my job will be to take care of 40 college students who speak little to no German. We’ll see how this turns out.)
I have now 4.5 more days here in Georgia. As I was talking to a friend who currently resides in New York City, Andrew Imusthavecreditforeverythingisuggestorinspire Ford, an idea sparked. It’s not a very epiphanic spark, but one that inspired me nonetheless.
“Morgan,” said Mr. Andrew I. Ford. “You don’t have much longer in America. You should be sure to do things that you could only do in the United States.”
“Like what?” I ponder.
“You know, drink coke from never-ending fountains, eat doritos, fast food, ice.”
“You make a solid point, Mr. Ford, and I appreciate your concern for my American mentality. I shall do that. Tomorrow.”
And, well, tomorrow is today and I’ve kept my word. Since Andrew is in NYC, he was unable to assist me in my quest to preserve the American way of life in my habits and memory so I enlisted the help of two very close friends, Christa and Ryan. I didn’t really have any specific plans for the day or goals of what I wanted accomplished, but I brought along my camera in hopes that I would be able to capture moments that could only happen in America. In this entry (and perhaps some to follow) I will share some photos with you.
1) Mr. Pibb with ice. And free refills.
As you can see in the picture to the left, I am enjoying my choice beverage, Mr. Pibb. A delightful mix of carbonation and liquid cotton candy (at least to me), this drink comes filled to the brim with that American favorite, ice. And believe me when I say that although this may only be my first round of the soda, it will undoubtedly not be the last. And the rounds to come will assuredly be free. And honestly, what’s more American than that? Free ice and refills equals American democracy in my eyes.