I just firmed up all my vacation plans for the summer and all I can say is………………….
I CAN’T FREAKING WAIT!
Lee and I are going on down to Pensacola for Memorial Day weekend. My best toad friend is going with us along with her on again/off again gf. (I like the gf so whether or not they work out I plan to have a good time regardless.) I have a feeling I’m going to need a vacation because I don’t actually have a day off until then.
The other day I took out all my board shorts and bikini tops. I filled out the tops nicely, however, the bottoms I had a hard time fastening. Lee had just modeled a new swimsuit the night before that she looked hot in. I can see it now, here I am with a hot gf on the beach and I’m a fat-@ss. So, I signed up for another bootcamp class yesterday that starts on Monday and goes all the way up until it’s time to go to the beach. My bootcamp goals (which, we have to share with the group the first day) is not be a fat-@ss to be able to get my shorts fastened – heck, even have them hang a little loose. We’ll see. I’ve also been running every day after work so I hope to keep that up along with the bootcamp.
Next on my vacation list is Savannah. Lee and I are going to spend a whole week there for my birthday and I cannot wait! I hope to do a lot of beach running, lounging and hanging at our favorite dives. After we get back from Savannah I have to do the obligatory trip to Indy to see my family which, I won’t dread as much because of the fact that I am getting to do exactly what I want on my real birthday. I think part of the reason I want to go ahead and firm up all vacation plans is that I have been wanting to play hooky lately. I’ve been fantasizing about going to Savannah, goofing off and not doing anything and all with Lee, too. Having a gf who I can do things with is something I haven’t had in a very long time and it makes me want to get out the door and go experience all these things with her. I recently turned off the cable and internet at my house to save money and realized that I really never use it anyway. I’m never really home to look at the and when I do, I frequently just watch something I rented on Netflix.
Last night Lee and I met some new friends out for dinner. They were the couple we met at that horrible party a few weekends back. We met at this popular BBQ place near Little 5 points. I had never been there before but had heard good things about it. Lee and I got there a bit early and went in and sat down at the bar. I looked around and said, “Hey, this is cozy. I could get in to hanging here.” That is until the bartender ignored us for 15 minutes and when she did take our order she waited so long to fill it she had to ask us again what it was. After we replied she then said, “That will be $8.50.” and she hadn’t even poured and sat the drinks on the bar in front of us yet and I said as much to Lee. Normally, when you order a drink at the bar of a restaurant when waiting on a table you either get the tab delivered with your drink, are asked if you want to run a tab or pay up when the drink is delivered. I’ve never experienced someone wanting the money up front unless it was at a beer festival. I was honked off to say the least. I’m all about customer service and if I feel a bartender or server is being less than friendly – especially, on my first visit there I am less likely to ever go back. Thankfully, our food server and the food made up for it.
After dinner Lee and I went down to country bar. It’s actually closing and I wanted to go on the last Thursday/women’s night. We got there and it was packed. I thought if it was packed every Thursday like this then it would never have to close. We grabbed beers and stood by the bar watching people. Later, I signaled the bartender who I was on a first name basis with to order drinks and I hesitated slightly trying to remember Lee’s drink and the bartender yelled “Come on, come on! Spit it out.” Lee chimed in her drink and I asked for a beer. The bartender slapped my beer on the bar so hard that part of it splashed out and hit me in the face and nearly spilled Lee’s drink setting it down just as hard. Needless to say when I closed out the tip was just minimum 15%. I looked around at all the same people I had seen over the years and realized that I wasn’t going to miss that place. It seemed desperate, like people were trying too hard to have a good time. Maybe it was because it was the last call at the OK Corral. I grabbed Lee’s hand and said, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” And we walked out. It was the end of an era and the beginning of another.