Cousins in Carolina for Christmas.
Edenton - 36° 3'27.85"N 76°36'28.97"W
North Carolina technically, but I was going for the illiteration effect with the 3 C's thing.
I caught a train from Washington D.C on Friday the 22nd and spent 4 hours on there until I arrived in Rocky Mount North Carolina. From there, my Dad's cousin Paul picked me up and drove me back to the family home in a place called Edenton, where I got to meet the family that I've only ever met once before, and that was 17 years ago.
There was Paul's wife Pam and the girls Courtenay and Abby, as well as Courtenay's boyfriend Paul and their very small dog Bailey. Paul's stepmother Barbara was also there for the first night and we all headed out to dinner. I ironed the only respectable pair of trousers and shirt that I'd brought with me for the whole trip and enjoyed probably the best meal that I've had in over 2 months.
I was kept busy for the next few days meeting all of the family's friends, going out to parties, eating more good food, drinking lots of other peoples alcohol and generally having a good time. Paul even arranged for a genuine London Black Cab to come and pick us up from the house and drive us to one of their friends parties! It smelt a bit better than the Black Cabs that I've been in in London though.
Plenty of time was also spent listening to Abby attempt to perfect and refine a British accent by saying the words "water bottle", minus the pronunciation of the T's, over and over........and over...........until simple reptition wasn't enough, and instead the words "water bottle" were included in every conceivable sentence. Abby, aged 16, (not 5 and half) insists that she's got the British accent thing down. I'm not so sure Abby!!!!
Christmas day was awesome, and I lucked out on gifts, which kind of left the half arsed effort that I'd made whilst shopping in Philadelphia look a bit measly. I'm not sure quite how pleased Abby was with the T-shirt that I'd had printed for her that read "My english cousin bought me this T-shirt.......I'm THAT lucky!" I was kind of at a loss for ideas at the time. One of my stocking fillers in particular was quite appropriate, as far as Abby was concerned at least. It was a water bottle.
The evening of Christmas day ended rather strangely with Paul discovering that I liked to play the guitar and dabble with the odd bit of song writing here and there. I knew that Paul played, not only that but he's bloody good at it as well, owns numerous expensive and incredible sounding guitars and also enjoys playing the mandolin. After an hour or so of playing around on the guitars and joking about recording something, Paul nips out of the room and comes back to tell me that we were going to a recording studio first thing in the morning. I wasn't sure what to say really. It looked like boxing day was going to be a little bit different this year.
So the morning of the 26th was spent in a recording studio with a technician named Ted, with whom the two Paul's and I recorded three of my songs. If you get me drunk for free I'll play them to you......maybe.
Later that day my great Aunty Wynne and her husband Bill came over, more food was eaten and more drink was drunk. Bill managed to mistake the pudding sauce for gravy and doused his mashed potatoes in the stuff. He assures us all that it was a delightful combination and one that everybody should try! Abby said something about a water bottle again, before Courtenay, Paul and Bailey started out on their 15 hour drive back to their home in Michigan.
And then on the 27th it was all over and time for me to catch a train to New York. I was gutted all over again. I'd just got over feeling depressed about leaving New Orleans and now after having such an awesome time with everybody in North Carolina I felt depressed about having to move on yet again!
Pam drove me to the train station and on I hopped bound for New York. 9 hours later, I arrived.
WATER BOTTLE!
M
North Carolina technically, but I was going for the illiteration effect with the 3 C's thing.
I caught a train from Washington D.C on Friday the 22nd and spent 4 hours on there until I arrived in Rocky Mount North Carolina. From there, my Dad's cousin Paul picked me up and drove me back to the family home in a place called Edenton, where I got to meet the family that I've only ever met once before, and that was 17 years ago.
There was Paul's wife Pam and the girls Courtenay and Abby, as well as Courtenay's boyfriend Paul and their very small dog Bailey. Paul's stepmother Barbara was also there for the first night and we all headed out to dinner. I ironed the only respectable pair of trousers and shirt that I'd brought with me for the whole trip and enjoyed probably the best meal that I've had in over 2 months.
I was kept busy for the next few days meeting all of the family's friends, going out to parties, eating more good food, drinking lots of other peoples alcohol and generally having a good time. Paul even arranged for a genuine London Black Cab to come and pick us up from the house and drive us to one of their friends parties! It smelt a bit better than the Black Cabs that I've been in in London though.
Plenty of time was also spent listening to Abby attempt to perfect and refine a British accent by saying the words "water bottle", minus the pronunciation of the T's, over and over........and over...........until simple reptition wasn't enough, and instead the words "water bottle" were included in every conceivable sentence. Abby, aged 16, (not 5 and half) insists that she's got the British accent thing down. I'm not so sure Abby!!!!
Christmas day was awesome, and I lucked out on gifts, which kind of left the half arsed effort that I'd made whilst shopping in Philadelphia look a bit measly. I'm not sure quite how pleased Abby was with the T-shirt that I'd had printed for her that read "My english cousin bought me this T-shirt.......I'm THAT lucky!" I was kind of at a loss for ideas at the time. One of my stocking fillers in particular was quite appropriate, as far as Abby was concerned at least. It was a water bottle.
The evening of Christmas day ended rather strangely with Paul discovering that I liked to play the guitar and dabble with the odd bit of song writing here and there. I knew that Paul played, not only that but he's bloody good at it as well, owns numerous expensive and incredible sounding guitars and also enjoys playing the mandolin. After an hour or so of playing around on the guitars and joking about recording something, Paul nips out of the room and comes back to tell me that we were going to a recording studio first thing in the morning. I wasn't sure what to say really. It looked like boxing day was going to be a little bit different this year.
So the morning of the 26th was spent in a recording studio with a technician named Ted, with whom the two Paul's and I recorded three of my songs. If you get me drunk for free I'll play them to you......maybe.
Later that day my great Aunty Wynne and her husband Bill came over, more food was eaten and more drink was drunk. Bill managed to mistake the pudding sauce for gravy and doused his mashed potatoes in the stuff. He assures us all that it was a delightful combination and one that everybody should try! Abby said something about a water bottle again, before Courtenay, Paul and Bailey started out on their 15 hour drive back to their home in Michigan.
And then on the 27th it was all over and time for me to catch a train to New York. I was gutted all over again. I'd just got over feeling depressed about leaving New Orleans and now after having such an awesome time with everybody in North Carolina I felt depressed about having to move on yet again!
Pam drove me to the train station and on I hopped bound for New York. 9 hours later, I arrived.
WATER BOTTLE!
M
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