Today I am linking up with the 20SB blog swap. We have a guest post from the ever so lovely and hilarious, Ally, from loosening the bible belt who is sharing a childhood Summer vacation. To read mine head on over to her blog.

Hi Guys. My name is Ally and I live in the South. The dirty, trashy South. My blog is mostly about the shenanigans that my friends and I get into and the weird things that happen at the bar where I work. Since it is summer time I thought I would share the story of one of my weirdest family vacation moments.

Almost every summer, my family and I would leave our home in West Tennessee and venture east through the smoky mountains to our final destination, the Atlantic ocean via North Carolina. Being extremely susceptible to motion sickness, I dreaded this car ride.

One of our main reasons for going to North Carolina was to go crabbing. My mother was obsessed with this one particular crabbing spot. She would hook her chicken livers up and spend hours on this pier, catching one crab after another. This year she insisted on staying at her spot even though it was obviously going to start storming. Since we were annoying her with our pleas for sanity, she made our father take us to the beach.(Yes, taking your kids to the beach before the impending hurricane is an excellent idea) He obliged and strapped us in to the car. Of course, the only seat available by the time I got in, was the seat next to the overflowing bucket of live crabs. I had never been more terrified in my life. My father, sensing the impending storm, drove as quickly as possible to the beach. This meant that we took some very sharp turns. I screamed every single time because some crab would almost make it out and come close to pinching the shit out of me. By the time we made it to the beach, it was already lightning so all we could do was play in the sand. Worst idea ever.

Once my father had decided that there was, in fact, a storm coming, he took us all back to get my mother. ( An exact repeat of the previous car ride with crabs) By the time we pick up my mother the sun has set and the sky is jet black. She hops into the car, high on crab and insists that she is hungry. Also, she may have been drunk. My father pulls in to a Taco Bell drive-thru a sane response to hunger (kind of) What happened next is completely unexplainable. My mother insisted that my father wear her bra on his head while going through the drive-thru. So she quickly unfastens her bra and places it just so, laughing the whole time. My sister and I look at each other completely mortified. We quickly duck into the floorboards and place pillows over us to hide our shame from the Taco Bell employees.

I never went crabbing or to Taco Bell with my mother ever again.

What is your most embarrassing family vacation moment?

Sincerely and So Forth,
Ally