Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Sweet Tea Vodka, Music, Beach, Friends...

Insane weekend. Husband returned Thursday as planned, safe and sound. No small feat, considering what happened last week. Frazzled is the only way to explain how I felt until I saw him drive up to our house. Friday night and Saturday night were spent at Festival International, an annual music festival here in Lafayette I've written a bit about before. Lots of fantastic music from around the world, and plenty of sweet tea vodka (haven't tried it? You should). PLUS, I got to hang out both nights with my oldest friend and her guy (and husband of course, and my SIL Ash!). Which in the end just made me sad, since we've wasted so much time not getting together as much as we should have over the last few years. But I digress. Early Sunday morning Husband and I took off for a couple of nights in Gulf Shores, Alabama (after a quick freak out on my part Saturday night at 12:30am, thinking that I lost my beloved camera), a beach city that I've been to every year since I was a kid.

Maybe you can't tell, but I'm having the worst head ache of my life in this photo from the car ride. Luckily, it went away after seeing the ocean and some OTC migraine medicine.

Gulf Shores is like a second a home, a place where everything is different, but exactly the same. A million souvenir shops selling all of the same things, often the same exact stores being right across the street from one another. I wonder just how many "That's What She Said" and "I Love To Fart" shirts they have to sell to keep those huge stores open. It was quiet, this time of year being between Spring Break and summer vacation. We did nothing but eat amazing food, watch dolphins swim in the ocean, look out at the sunset, and spend time with each other without the phones going off.

View from the balcony

And we watched bad TV. Gene Simmons' Family Jewels? I didn't mean to get hooked on it, I only left it on for a moment when I saw Shannon Tweed roller derbying! That led to about 2 hours of trying to figure out what's going on with Gene Simmons' hair, and the show in general. Is it real? Does he think it's attractive? Why is this show more scripted than The Office? Anyway, it's going to suck having to drive 9 hours to get to Gulf Shores from Houston. But, there's always Galveston I guess.

I thought I had so much more to write, but I don't. The sunburn is getting to me I think. I'm biracial, and burn after 10 minutes under cloudy skies. Completely unfair.