So the meaning of a long four day weekend is to do something right?..Wrong. Well, for me at least. Just until Sunday that is. Sunday night we left to go to Asheville. Now, I can't really remember if that's in Tennessee, or North Carolina. Hmm, oh well. When we got there, I asked my dad why we were even here. "Oh, we are going to a casino," he said. Uh..no thank you. The hotel was separate from the casino, so we didn't HAVE to go in there. Well, at least I didn't. We stayed in Fairfeild Inn, cause apparently the casino hotel was too expensive. I didn't care. My brother was being an arsehole getting an attitude with me for being in Asheville in the first place. Duuuude. It's not my fault! The whole point my dad had said was so we get out of the house and have some family fun. Wooptidoo. We, my three brothers and I, stayed in the hotel while my parents went out and looked around. Hmph, casino. They didn't come back until three. Morning came, and my dad took us far off into the mountains; the view was amazing though. And we ended up at SantaLane. It was a bit weird, but the Rudicoaster was fun =] Then, the Ferris Wheel. And some really kiddy rides, but they were fun. We left and got home at 5 maybe? Yeah, so then I got a hair cut. Niice. And now I'm here. Lovely. School's tomorrow! Joy!.. I'm off.