Starting is the Hardest Part

Hey party people…it’s your hosts for the evening: @TanTheMan91 and DJYungZ, commentating on the possibly longest, most exhausting ride we’ve ever been on (as we write, Than rolls over onto a thumb tack….perf). To be honest, the roughest part of the drive was getting out of DC. The po-lice were on every block from here to Southeast on account of the marathon. Best of all, Julie got lost 20 minutes into the trip. But what a champ, she drove the whole 12 hours, over 600 miles. Dayum. The hardest leg of the drive was North Carolina: we fell asleep, woke up, and were STILL there. If it weren’t for the film of pollen blanketing the entire city, we would have kissed the ground when we finally got to Atlanta. Driving along I-85, we finally saw the city of Atlanta over the horizon. To say that the sight was beautiful is an understatement; it is something you have to see for yourself. We’re looking forward to getting to know everybody better this week. We have a feeling that there are a lot of levels to people in this group and we have only just skimmed the surface. We also hope to learn about ourselves through our learning about the homeless community in Atlanta. Tomorrow is our first day of service at the Atlanta Center for Self Sufficiency’s Café 458, and to say we’re pumped is an understatement. It’s been a long day to say the least, so for now it’s time to peace out girl scouts. We will catch you cool kids on the flip side, and stay tuned for more updates on the most bomb diggity AB trip this side of Appalachia. Stay classy, Nicole and Than