Well...Mozilla just randomly shut down my entire web browser, all six tabs, so I take that as a sign that perhaps I shouldn't be as wordy and just put out a short update. After all, a photo is worth a thousand words...
First, let me say thank you to everyone who said HI to me on my birthday. I had a minor quarter-century crisis a couple nights earlier...it was great to have so many birthday greetings. And so many bags of coffee! I will be in coffee for months now. There's no way I can reflect negatively upon my life if I have so much delicious coffee.
So birthday weekend was fabulous. Drove down to Baton Rouge that night, arriving at a friend's house around 11PM. Barry met me there after getting a bit lost, and celebrated the last 30 minutes of my birthday with me. He came bearing great presents too--Very Sexy perfume and lotion, body scrub, and Princess Peach game for Nintendo DS. Important things that help keep me young...
The next day we drove to Ft Walton Beach, FL--that's in the Panhandle, about 4 hours from BR. Talk about your stupid tourist destinations! The worst of the southern population seems to cluster in the FWB/Destin area, and when they're allowed to drink on the beach...well, let's just say it'd be best to ban boom boxes from that area.
Saturday we enjoyed the beach, which was beautiful once you learned to look past the drunken louts spewing curse words every which way. The water was warm, as was the beach, as B can attest since he scorched his back. No surprise there...
Sunday was wedding day. First we did our best to ignore the wedding by heading to the outlet mall...but we eventually had to return to reality and attend the ceremony. YAWN. Could it have followed the step-by-step instructions any closer? Then the reception, held in a room with a view of the ocean, but with tables positioned in such a way that no one could actually watch the waves. Please, when my time comes, do not let me turn into an old person the moment the ring is placed on my finger. I see no reason for soft rock to be piped in at the reception.
Anyway, the reception was cut and dried, B got dragged to the front during the garter toss but a six year old ended up with the booty. We danced, we had some wine, we walked the beach...all in all a nice mini-break, but it would've been nicer to go without the wedding obligations.
On to planning the December vacation!
I don't know why I can't post photos in the positions I choose...sorry about the random placement!
2 comments:
You surely have been seeing the countryside since you moved. Sounds interesting.
Whose wedding?
So I guess Starbucks coffee wasn't such a clever birthday gift after all. :>/)
Listen, 25 is no where near an age to start consider getting older. How dramatic of you. I'm getting towards the 5-0 and I'm still not getting old. It's because I refuse to wear those polyester button-down floral shirts with matching solid colored pull on pants.
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