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Bigger, Badder Breakfast: Oxford, Pt. Two

August 1, 2010

We woke up way too early this morning to get ready to go to breakfast and get a head start on packing Ben’s stuff and putting it in the truck. We left the hotel early so I could make a quick trip around campus.

We stopped by my old dorm first. I lived on the 7th floor of Stewart along with what had to be the evicted population of Joe’s Apartment. Let’s just say that I think I slept in the middle of my (thankfully single) room for the majority of my Freshman year.

Next, we drove by the Union. As pretty as the Ole Miss campus is, our Union kicks this Union’s 1970’s ass. Nuff said.

Because Ben is going into Law School (following the tradition of both of my parents), we went by both the new and the old law schools

While getting a picture of the old law school. Lauren commented that she couldn’t get a good picture because “there are too many trees.” Exactly. Would you want this to by next to the Grove? No. No, you wouldn’t.

The new law school, all 200+ million dollars of it, is gorgeous. We drove up on it from the side, to which Lindsay and Lauren ooohed and ahhhed before I informed them that that wasn’t even the front of the building. Old Miss does not disappoint. Especially considering what used to be there:

Married Student Housing. If You Lived Here You'd Be Home...and want desperately to leave. Also, my parents used to live here (in the section that was demolished by the new law school). Poor them.

The tempting food offered at BBB, which I will never know (until tomorrow morning, hopefully).

Afterwards, as per my last post, we ventured to BBB…only to find it PACKED. Apparently, finding an Oxford breakfast on a Sunday morning is a little difficult. Even being a heathen didn’t help me out this time.

Thus began our breakfast adventure.

We drove by Bottle Tree Bakery. It’s been crowded every time I’ve been and it’s location (on the Square) and the time (after morning Church got out) did not help our situation. We left there in search of what Benjamin called “the primo ‘I got trashed last night, let’s go get breakfast” location.

If you’ve never been to Big Star, as you can see, it is not the classy, tree-shrouded Oxford locale expected, but a counter inside a grocery store. And we went anyway. But, as we approached the counter (at 9:55!), we saw that they had already switched to lunch. Disheartened and disillusioned, we slumped out to our car, mutter about all of the delicious, heart-stopping, double-deep-fried foods that we could now only dream of.

It was getting late, so we drove by BBB again in hopes that the early Church crowded had cleared.

They hadn’t.

In fact, I think they multiplied. We left, again, and drove aimlessly. We stopped by Ben’s new house, which should be his today but the evicted tenant before him still hasn’t cleared out. More on this later.

Finally, we drove towards Ben’s apartment which just happened to pass the old Beer Barn. What was once a testament to Oxford ingenuity has now become a Donut Barn (and a rather sketch-looking one at that). We went in anyway only to find a Little Dooey Express! Hell yeah! Like a light at the end of the tunnel, we loaded up on cheap filled donuts and headed back to Ben’s place to eat and plan.

We followed our carb-filled breakfast with packing (and packing and packing). We took the boxes downstairs (and not in the truck) because said evicted tenant is still not gone but should be by tomorrow. We decided to take a well-deserved break (because really, even being outside for the scant amount of time we were, it is hot as hell outside) and the girls (and myself) headed back to the hotel to indulge in sweet, sweet A/C and Gilmore Girls.

And then the news came. As I typed this very post, I got a call from Ben informing me that the worst had happened. ECL (Evicted Crazy Lady) not only hadn’t moved, but didn’t seem to be planning on it anytime soon. I heard the words Sheriff, court order, new place to live, and reimbursement and I knew it was going to be a bad day. The plan is still to get ECL out because the lease is already in Ben’s name, but we have no idea how long it’s going to take, where Ben is going to live until then (or, for that matter, his roommates), and how he’s going to move. Our truck rental runs out tomorrow and the three girls head back to Jackson, so only time (and hopefully, a soon to follow post) will tell.

But until then, I’ll be at the hotel, dreaming of Shrimp and Grits.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. janet permalink
    August 1, 2010 1:33 pm

    Hopefully we will know something soon on the ECL saga and, more importantly, where Ben is going to live til they get this nut out. As always, I enjoyed your post but it seems like ya’ll are doing nothing but eating!!!

    And married student housing wasn’t so bad.

    • August 1, 2010 1:35 pm

      The best parts of Oxford (that I would publicize, particularly where my mother can see) are the restaurants.

  2. Aunt Diane permalink
    August 1, 2010 10:16 pm

    Lisa – can’t wait to hear the rest of the story

    And Janet, unless you lied like a cheap rug, married student housing wasn’t that bad….. it was way worse 🙂

  3. August 3, 2010 10:52 am

    The talking about eating thing had a lot to do with being too busy to take photos while packing. That crazy woman. Glad everything worked out.

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