Amish garage

A trip to the South, and by South I mean Maryland, isn’t complete without a night in the Amish Garage. Drizzler and File Not Found have a great little garage that they purchased from the Amish. It’s a one car, equipped with electrical, lawn chairs, an old school radio, and a price tag one would only find here in the South, if purchasing from the Amish (unless, of course, you’ve got connections with those dealing in ‘traded’ goods).

Garaging is the outer country version of inner city stooping and it is a good time. File Not Found was drinking his beer while Drizzler and I drank our wine. “I don’t know what it is about grigio,” Drizzler told us, “For me it is like caffeine – I love it.” And with that, she poured another glass of caffeine. Last time I visited, we garaged for hours while a thunder and lightning storm entertained us. This time, we garaged for hours while Drizzler did the entertaining. By about one in the morning, File Not Found decided to call it quits. “I just can’t stay up any later,  I’m not sure how you two are doing this,” he told us. “It’s the grigio,” Drizzler advised him while pouring another. “Just one more and then I’m going in,” she told me. She was true to her word. One bottle later, we packed up our stuff, took two aspirin and headed in for the night.