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mikey and i went to charlottesville on saturday because i don’t remember the last time i was down there. literally. i don’t remember it. i got drunk there once in college. we couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day for a road trip and route 29, well outside the city, is just scenic enough to get mikey to get his nose out of his iphone and look out the window.

we arrive in downtown C-ville, right at the historic UVA campus. i think they call the retail and bar strip across the street The Corner. whatevs. they also call freshmen “first years”. jefferson may have designed your school, but W&M educated him. so there. i mentally told that to everyone we saw wandering around the campus. seriously, people from my school who got wait listed or rejected from W&M got accepted at UVA. that must mean something.

we ate lunch at some place whose name i can’t remember. oh, wait, it’s boylen heights. it was like a burger factory or something.

i had a burger with provolone cheese, banana peppers, pickles and mayo. which now sounds kind of disgusting but was so good. that deep fried ball next to it is actually a ball of deep fried potato salad.

after lunch we wandered over to “the lawn”–i think they call it–and, well, look at this:

i didn’t know they had a haunted mansion ride. what the hell is this and why is it so scary?

jefferson may have had a bit of talent in the architecture department, but he had horrible taste in accessories.

upon leaving UVA we drove over to monticello and even though we didn’t do the house tour (interior) because the next available tour was not until 6 (it was, at the time, 3:30). i was able to get some cool shots of the exterior and the grounds and i think we still learned a lot. i wonder if it’s for sale cause i’d love to wake up to this view everyday:

what do you think mikey?

i’m bored. why do you make me go on trips like this?

this is jefferson’s garden which miraculously is very well maintained considering he and his slaves died years ago.

you know when you go to the old homes of past presidents (which i do all the time) or…and you are expecting these giant castles and they just end up being really kind of underwhelming and small and their beds are like 4 ft. long because they were in fact really short. like Mt. Vernon is kind of like, eh. well, monticello is kind of the same. eh. whatever.

this mikey with a big tree. the keebler elves were not open for business and refused to give me any of their cookies.

this is me standing in front of the house. i clearly need to get some sun. oh yeah, i cut off all my hair. last sunday mikey was asking me when i was going to cut my hair (which is his subtle way of saying I hate how you look) and the next day he was having a bad day at work so i shaved my head cause he likes when i do that. it will grow back.

some flowers to brighten your day:

and this is a baby mothra attacking a flower. we’re (and my we i mean me and the old lady who pointed it out) not sure what it was. it looked like a cross between a hummingbird and a moth. either way, i’m sure it was dangerous.