The Ghost in the Attic Sings a Joyful Song

What a weekend. Marshall had to come home this weekend to play in the worship band at church (this turned out to be an enormous waste of gas for him). So I came too. We went straight to Jessie's house to see her slightly (post surgery) inebriated self. Then Jamie and I went off to go thrifting, and several other places. This culminated with my first time at Red Lobster. This is because my mother has a severe loathing for seafood, so the rest of her family never get to eat it. So anyways, I ate at Red Lobster with Jamie and her parents, who are incredibly cool. Then Saturday it began to snow and Lauren came over and we drove to High Point to take some pictures around some cool churches. There was a wedding going on at one of them. Weddings make me happy. However, our fun was unfortunately cut short by the phone call from her parents wanting her to come home because of the snow. So I drove her home, and then drove her car to Jessie's where I stayed until late. Many friends were there, we had a great time with the snow, and a fire on the hearth. Sunday, I drove to Lauren's house and took her back to mine, and we spent the day together unil I had to leave to return to Boone. This place could never compare to home.