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Monica reminded me that I haven’t finished writing about our trip to Florida which is now like two weeks in the past. I apologize about that. I promised to tell you about a few select things that I thought were pretty damn cool and/or funny. The party with the old people was one of them.
On Sunday, the night before we head out for the cruise, Monica’s aunt Bonnie invited us along to a birthday party for a friend of hers. She said it would be small with just a few other people there but I thought it would be terrible. Here we are in Florida to relax and have fun and now we’re going to get dragged to a party with a bunch of people we don’t know. We’ll probably sit there and watch the clock move at a snail’s pace all night long until Bonnie and Ken are ready to leave.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t anything like that. We went over to this gigantic house and met about 8 or 10 people. They were all interested in us and wanted to know all about us. It was a little weird, like these people didn’t see new people all that often so we were a sight to behold. We were included in conversation and it was a good time. (more…)
Monica and I arrived in Florida on Saturday afternoon. After we picked up a rental car (number 1 of 2), we started on our way to Bonnie and Ken’s place in Naples. On the way, I thought “Hey! We’re in the South! Why don’t we call Dave & Jess! They’re in Alabama. Maybe we can meet up with them.” After speaking with Dave a little while later, I learned that they’re actually 12 hours away. WTF? When did the South get so big?
To me, Florida, the Carolinas, Alabama, Georgia, and Texas (and probably a few more states) are all like bunched up and you can get to any of them in a matter of two hours tops. Of course, this isn’t true. I come from New York where everything is a lot closer together…everything that matters anyway. So we didn’t get to see Dave & Jess during this trip. We at least tried though. That counts for something, right?
When asked what I was planning to do this past weekend before I left work on Friday I replied “Well, I’m flying to Florida tomorrow.” Monica and I flew down south on Saturday morning. We had “won” a “free” cruise after signing up at some bridal show (more on this later). This cruise set sail from Ft. Lauderdale. Fortunately for us, Monica’s aunt Bonnie and uncle Ken live in Naples which is on the other side of Florida, about an hour away. They were nice enough to let us crash at their condo while we were down there. Our cruise was only 3 days beginning on Monday so we decided to take the whole week off and spend it in Florida.
Our flight left Saturday morning. We woke up expecting more of the frigid weather that has plagued New York for the past few weeks. I put on my leather jacket (not like the Fonz) and was about to head downstairs to get some breakfast when Monica stopped me. She told me that it was probably pretty cold out since it was still dark out at 6 AM so I should take my hoodie too. I threw that on and then put the jacket on over it and ran downstairs. It was just after I stepped outside that I started sweating in the surprisingly warm weather. What the hell happened, Mother Nature? Are you fucking with me? Just as I’m going on vacation to sunny Florida you’re going to make New York nice and shiny again? That’s messed up. (more…)
And just like that it was over. Monica and I got back from our week plus long road trip across several states along the east coast. There wasn’t a wedding in Georgia, but there were friends, sweet tea and good times. Monica was introduced to a few more members of my extended family and I picked up a leather jacket inheritance and part of my grandfather (more on that later) in Raleigh. I was sunburned, but not nearly as bad as previous burns in Virginia Beach. I met someone from the Internet who wasn’t crazy and/or a serial killer and saw the sites in DC. And then finally I had a cheesesteak in Philadelphia. Not a bad few days. I have to admit though that I checked my work email a couple times. I wasn’t able to do much though.
I did learn a bit along this trip. For example, I did a good job planning out for food during the trip, but I didn’t think too much about what to do about food once we arrived at our destination. Aside from the hotels, food became our biggest expense, aside from maybe gas. It wasn’t too bad because that was offset by some of the activities we did. Parking was the only bill we had while in Virginia Beach and the museums and attractions we saw along the way were free.
It wouldn’t be a vacation if I didn’t get some sunburn. Monica and I spent the day at Virginia Beach yesterday and despite putting on ample amounts of sunblock and moving repeatedly along with attempting to stay under the umbrella, I was still burnt. It looks like my nose, shoulders, back and knees are burnt. Oh, and also my left wrist where I usually wear a watch. The burns aren’t too bad though. They’re nothing compared to the time we went to Cape Cod and I basically set fire to my skin a few years ago. These will be OK.
The painful part is my feet. See, part way through the day I had to go to the bathroom. I had already peed in the ocean (please, like you haven’t) but this time I didn’t feel like going in the water. So I got up and walked to the bathrooms that were a ways away off the beach…without my sandals. I figured it would be a quick trip. Then I burnt my feet. It hurt like crazy and I felt some blisters coming from my walk all the way to the restroom. (I also realized that it was a horrible idea to enter a men’s room barefoot, but that’s a story for another day.) Fortunately I woke up today and my feet aren’t too bad. They hurt a little bit, but not enough to hinder my walking through DC later today.
So Monica and I were invited to a wedding…or two weddings actually, down south. My friends from high school, Jess and Dave are getting married…again. See, they got married like a year ago, but they did it on their lunch break much to the dismay of their parents. So they’re throwing some real weddings this year and they invited us as guests. We can’t get to the first wedding or the “boring” one as they called it because it’s in late June and we just can’t work it out in our schedule. Monica and I can however make it to the “fun” wedding which is on the fourth of July. According to them it’s basically going to be a kegger in the back yard in Georgia. Yee-haw mother fuckers.
We were originally planning on taking off the week before the wedding and driving down to hit a bunch of places. Yes, we’re planning on driving. Why fly when we’d just go down there for the weekend and it would still be a bunch of money? This way we’d do a real road trip and stop at some touristy places along the way. Monica couldn’t take that week off though and things looked dire. Fortunately, she could take the following week off. So now the plan is that we’re going to drive (relatively) straight down to Georgia, getting there the night before the wedding. Then on the way back we’ll hit a few places. Here’s our tentative itinerary:
July 2nd – Head out that night. Drive for 5 or so hours.
July 3rd – Drive a bunch more and get to Georgia.
July 4th – Party.
July 5th – Head over to Raleigh, NC to visit some of my family
July 6th – More time with family.
July 7th – Head out to Virginia Beach, lay in the sun. I’ll burn accordingly.
July 8th – I’ll apply large quantities of sunscreen and not touch anything at the beach.
July 9th – Head over to DC and do some touristy things. Hang out with Obama.
July 10th – More DC. Hang out with Stewie and probably hit up some museums.
July 11th – Head through Philly, visit Kara and Finn and then maybe return home.
July 12th – Unpack and relax.
And then back to work on the 13th. That’s the general plan (I think). We still have a few details to work out, like hotels and what places we want to see in each city, but I’m looking forward to it. We’re going to alternate driving and we’ve got a GPS so we should be OK. Plus we’re taking my car which is in pretty good shape. I’ll try and blog on the way too so I’ll keep things updated here as we trek into the south.