Wednesday, it’s the day. I woke up at 6 and worked till 9 so I wouldn’t be guilty. I had been planning this specific trip for years. This museum.
I headed for Montgomery and turned onto to Zelda Lane.
The Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald Museum was on the corner of a real neighborhood. Stuck in the middle of Montgomery with the only sign being near the road on top of the mailbox.
Inside, it was one of those Southern homes were you can still picture tea time on the porch or hot nights in August.
This museum had recently promoted staying overnight as an AirBnB. Personally, I am too superstitious to ever mess with that but it’s a great idea. It spanned about 5 rooms, going into detail over Zelda.
The director of the museum came out to great me. She was this badass with a monotone voice. I had hoped the museum would go over more the relational details of Zelda and Scott ( I mean they were mad crazy).
I spent the rest of the day basically picturing myself in the 50’s and trying to get work done.
*I’m doing 2 days in one because they flow together.
Now tomorrow (Thursday), I was supposed to head out to Detroit. I had a work exchange offer to help out with the website at this new hostel. The day before I was supposed to go, she called truly upset saying they over booked their volunteers and could not host me.
Well, that kind of put a hinderance on what I needed to do.
Frantically, I begin messaging hostels or anywhere trying to find a work/exchange program. I was having no luck and I had 12 hours to go.
After mass messaging, I decided to take a coffee break and went into Montgomery. This was probably one of the best ideas I had and resulted in probably the best night so far of my trip.
I ended meeting this guy. This wonderfully amazing guy. He is a journalist for the Montgomery paper and was probably the most interesting person I had met. We talked over nerdy stuff, politics, the rising issue with media. He even began to through out bigwig media names he had worked with. And I was impressed the moment he dropped BBC. We ended up talking for hours until he had to go.
Instead of parting:
“Hey so some of my friends and I are having a family potluck. We are cooking all this crazy stuff.”
He could have been an axe murderer or a creep but I decided to just go with it.
The meal consisted of me meeting his four other friends. One was in a popular reggae band and gave it up to with his kids. His wife was the freaking director of the museum, and she had this monotone voice that delivered sarcasm perfectly (kind of like April from Parks and Rec). Another was in the socialist party and the last was a folk singer.
That night is what I want in a friend group. They were these crazy intellectual people flouting between political jokes and movie quotes. We debated modern-day imperialism and if the deaths in Serenity were worth it.
Me and Gonzo Journalist ended back at his place and hung out for awhile.
*Cough fast forward cough*
He actually invited me to stay with him while trying to find a place. I actually said yes. That night was amazing between the conversation and meeting his amazing group of friends.
But as fate would have it, I got a call in the morning from a hostel in Maine that I reached out too. They said they needed help and to be there on Friday.
My goal is to say yes to experiences. That’s how I ended up at a random person’s house in Montgomery going over Tolstoy. So, I packed my bags and began a 25 hour drive to Maine.
I did text Gonzo and definitely going to keep in touch, because who knows.