My life as an unlicensed fishergirl

So, I'm moving to Florida to work for Disney. ROAD TRIP! I have spent the summer in Cali and Arizona, without a job. Well, I was a dog sitter for a couple weeks, but the gentleman whose dog I was watching passed away. I am now out of money and on my way to Florida. My friend Robby and I left Arizona a couple of days ago. We spent the day driving from Phoenix, Arizona to Austin, Texas. It took us about 20 hours. I drove the WHOLE way. Sure I had to make about ten pee breaks, but we got to stop in the county of Crockett, where Davy Crockett first resided. We stopped by his museum, had the best DQ blizzards of our lives and trucked on. We decided to stay in Austin for a day visiting our friend Ashley. Austin is amazing by the way, I just love Texas. After our fabulous tour of Texas we drove another 20 hours straight to Atlanta, Georgia. I had decided in New Mexico, two days before, that I'd like to have a magnet from each state. We couldn't find any magnets in Texas. We searched an hour in Louisiana looking for one and another twenty looking for one in Alabama. Apparently magnets are out. At around ten pm we were arriving in Georgia. Robby had been taking pictures of each state welcome sign and I had been peeing in each state. We had arrived at the "We're glad Georgia is on your mind" sign and I had to pee. Luckily there was a rest stop there so we pulled over. Come to find out said rest stop had closed. I'd already exhausted Robby's pit stop limits, so he requested that I pee there. At the side of the road, on the Alabama, Georgia state line, in front of the Georgia welcomes you sign. Reluctantly, I peed. We continued on and stayed with Robby's cousins in Atlanta. The next morning we got up, visited some friends along the way and made it to Lynchburg by dinner.

I spent a week in Lynchburg before my trek down to my new home in Orlando. Many fun times were had there as usual. One time in particular was one Sunday afternoon. A buddy Jake and I decided we'd like to go fishing. We'd just left church, so I was in a dress. Like a true lady I fished in my dress and like a true lady I fell in the river. Fortunately for the other fishers and unfortunately for me, my dress what white and my underwear pink. After an hour or two of fishing and swimming Jake and I grabbed our tackle box and beers and headed two miles back to the car. As we started we were approached by the Virginia Conservation Police. They asked to see a license, I, unaware that fishing required a license, told them it was in my car. They proceeded to walk with us 2 miles back to Jake's truck. I, in my now see through dress was lagging a bit behind. Realizing that our beers were not permitted and we could be fined and jailed, I then snapped into bullshit mode. Chatting up a storm with these coppers. "This ice is fantastic, I love ice, you know people that eat ice generally have an iron deficiency, if you ever want to treat a girl with an iron deficiency, take her to sonic for some good ice." We finally reached the car and I was praying they didn't ask what was in the cooler. They issued a ticket and let us on our way. We were left, wet and see through, with two fishing tickets, a whole case of illegal beers and no bail bond. Good day really.