Posts Tagged ‘vacation’

On to the fun stuff

September 27, 2008

All right, this is getting out of hand. Three posts in one day? Madness. Sheer madness.

But the car rentals are reserved, the hotel room the night before I fly home is booked. The room in West Hollywood has been booked for ages. Now I can map out my time in West Hollywood!

Like having dinner with a high school classmate that Sunday. And going to see a psychic at Bodhi Tree Bookstore. And checking out the Walk of Fame. And I don’t know what else. But don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.

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September 17, 2008

Oh sweet, beautiful Interweb, how I’ve missed you. I’m sorry we’ve been apart these last few days, but somehow the remnants of Ike got between us and knocked me offline. I know, this was especially difficult because I was in Marblehead all weekend and had no access to you. But we’re together again, and that’s all that matters.

Yes, I’ve learned just how addicted I am to the Internet. It was torture! No chatting out on the deck, no catching up on blogs, no Google to find the answer to whatever inane question is rattling around in my head.

Now, here’s the entry I wanted to post when we got back from our little trip:

Dave and I spent the weekend in Marblehead to celebrate our anniversary, and it was rainy and yucky most of the time we were there, but we still had a nice time. Sat in the jacuzzi, played cards, watched “Jeeves & Wooster” on my laptop, went out to eat, went to some antique stores, drove to Sandusky to buy my makeup that my Findlay place didn’t have. It may not sound like a good time to some, but that’s what we like to do, so bite me.

Some of the things Dave & I talked about, or I mentioned, or I thought about at some point Saturday:

* “Jeeves & Wooster”/”A Bit of Fry & Laurie”
* My cousin in Baton Rouge, a girl I know in Houston, and Hurricane Ike
* My geography prof at BGSU
* Why the hell do stores in a town like Marblehead close at 3 p.m.?
* College football
* Try not to fall into the jacuzzi this time, dumbass.
* Why do hotels always have shitty water pressure in the shower?
* Pizza?
* Let’s just go get the makeup, no way am I taking a ferry ride in this weather.
* I refuse to shower here Sunday. We must leave early enough that I can shower at home before work.

The dream I had Saturday night … extremely odd. But at least I know why some of the stuff in it was in it (see above list). So, anyway, in this dream Stephen Fry was my professor, of what I don’t know but not of geography. It was at BG I suppose, but who knows. Then I was interviewing him, and then he had to fly to London and I guess I was housesitting because he took his suitcase and left. Then my cousin walked into the room and started giving me the third degree about not wanting kids (Wes, if you read this, please don’t ever do that). Then Stephen came back and said he missed his plane, but he didn’t want to go anyway, plus he could just go tomorrow. That’s about all I remember.

Ugh. It’s almost 4:30, so I’d better head to bed. Just remember Interweb, I love you.

Longest. Drive. Ever.

June 28, 2005

Well, Dave and I trekked to the Outer Banks of North Carolina last week, and I must say, as nice of a time as it was, I’ve never been so happy to see the streets of Findlay as I was at 2:15 a.m. Sunday. What should have been a 14-hour drive home (which is plenty long as it is) turned out to be a 16.5-hour drive home, due to all the traffic around Virginia Beach, Williamstown, etc. Plus I had a headache for almost the entire drive. It was horrid.

But the vacation part of the vacation was nice (although if I never ever smell seafood again it will be much, much too soon). We were there with many of my in-laws: Ellen and Dave, Amy and her fiance Joe, Ellen’s sister and brother-in-law Ann and Herb, their two sons Herbie and Peter, and Herbie’s little boy Jason. That’s a lot of people, but the house they rented was quite large, so it was OK.

Dave and I hung out a lot with Amy & Joe which was good because I feel the need to bond with them. The four of us went to Kitty Hawk (you know, that place where those Wright guys flew that crazy machine thingy), hit the mall, hit the outlet mall (which sucked, as most outlet malls do), had some meals, played some pool. We hung out with everyone else too, of course.

But seriously, for two people who don’t eat seafood, there were some stomach-churning moments, let me tell you. For instance, on Friday we bought some tasty peanut butter/chocolate fudge and wanted to put it in the refrigerator so it wouldn’t get all melty. I opened the fridge and got a gust of crab stink powerful enough to make my eyes water. Big pot o’ crabs sitting in there uncovered. I wanted to puke, I was so sick of smelling crab, shrimp, clams, etc. by that point. Needless to say, the fudge stayed in our room where it only risked soaking up the scent of coconut lime verbena body splash.

The only other troubling thing was that the water was very hard and there was very little water pressure in the shower, both of which made it next to impossible to rinse my hair. It was hard enough making sure all the soap was rinsed off my face, so I just stood under the sucky little spray as long as I thought I could without people thinking I take the longest showers ever and then promptly pulled my wet hair back because the shampoo never quite went away. I hate that!

I could go on, but I think I’ll continue another time, perhaps tomorrow if I feel like it. I’m itching to figure out the whole posting-pictures-on-blogger thing, now that it’s been available for months.

Lazy days

October 23, 2004

Vacations are nice, even if all you do is laze around the house. I took Wednesday and Friday off (I have Thursdays and Saturdays off), and to be quite honest, I haven’t done a whole hell of a lot. I’ve worked on Dave’s Halloween costume, drunk (drank?) a lot of coffee, played mosh pit with the dog, and kicked the computer’s ass at a Scrabble-esque game. It’s fun to be lazy! And for now, I can thread my sewing machine and refill a bobbin without looking at the owner’s manual – now that’s progress!

I have to say, I’m pretty proud of the big flowy robe for Dave’s costume, but the pants are a disappointment. In the picture on the pattern envelope, it shows a guy in this tunic/pants ensemble, a la Star Wars or something, and the pants look normal. On Dave’s pants, however, the crotch is at the knees. Explain this to me! I cut out the pieces following the pattern, I followed all the directions, and I now have pants for someone with legs a foot long and a torso that’s like three feet long. WTF?? I’m dreading starting the tunic tomorrow, because who knows what that’ll end up looking like.

Mom was telling me funny stories about her work today, and one of them required her to say a naughty word! Well, I think it’s a naughty word some kid made up (have you ever called someone a fuckwad?), but that actually made it even funnier! Pammy doesn’t cuss the way, say, I do, so it makes me giggle when she does.

Yeah, I’ve got problems. But I’m on vacation for one more day, so who cares?

*BURN UPDATE* It wants to surf the Net.

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