Roll Tide Roll

We have decided that a life without Garmin is not worth living.  Once we arrived in Tuscaloosa, we checked into the Comfort Suites.  We had to drop our bags quickly because Sue had a revelation that she had forgotten her bathing suit at home and the mall would be closing in a few minutes.  This revelation came after Bobby suggested that Sue just skinny-dip.  Sue replied that she had too much skinny to dip and it was in fact a dunk.  We rushed to the Parisian mall with the help of Garmin of course.  We dashed through the parking lot, ignoring petty eccentricities such as road signs, painted arrows, cars etc.  I noted that while the driving was a bit unruly at least we weren't stalking any mall-goers for their front row parking space, an allusion to previous shopping experiences with Mom and Sue.  Once we entered the mall, I asked what section we were looking for.  To which Sue replied, "The Fat Ladies Department."  This wins my vote for best quote so far.  Upon further inspection of the store we noticed that there appeared to be only men's clothes inside.  We found a "Service Representative" who informed us that they have two stores and the one we were in was for men only.  Basically we had a 50/50 shot and missed.  No doubt this bodes well for our future luck in Vegas.

After Sue bought a lovely swimming ensemble, we decided to find a pizza place for dinner.  We punched in a spot called the Mellow Mushroom and took off.  As we neared our destination,  we realized that the restaurant was in fact a bar on the strip of the University of Alabama.  We decided that Crimson Tide fans were unsuitable to dine with and we promptly decided upon Pizza hut in a different part of town.  As we continued we got to see Bear Bryant stadium.  Huge would be an understatement in reference to this shrine of collegiate football.