On Friday, I left straight from work and drove to the airport, where I boarded a plane and arrived, some six hours later, in Florida. Bart was waiting for me in the ugliest car known to mankind (otherwise known as the HHR).
Saturday was one of those perfect, perfect days. The weather was warm (even if it did rain a bit in the afternoon), we got up after 8 hours of sleep, went to the gym, and then out to breakfast/lunch. Sometimes there is nothing better than some diner food. Hello, blueberry pancakes and hash browns.
Afterward, we wandered down to City Place and walked through many of the stores and spent some time browsing at Barnes and Noble (is there anything I love as much as a bookstore?), before hitting a matinee of New Moon (I couldn’t stop giggling over Jacob’s horrendous wig, and Bart nearly died of laughter when Jacob suddenly went out of control and began threatening Mike. Also, Bart confirmed that Mike had aged poorly in the year since the last movie).
We went back to the hotel where Bart did some laundry, and I read for a while (The Actor and the Housewife, which was delightful and for which a review will be coming shortly). Then we walked back to City Place, had a lovely dinner at Cheesecake Factory and came back to the hotel to watch the UT football game.
I fell asleep during the game and only got up for about five minutes to brush my teeth and put on pajamas before going back to sleep, which meant I clocked nearly 12 hours of sleep that night. THAT is my kind of vacation.
Saturday morning, we slept in, went to church, and then I caught a flight back to Boston. Where it had snowed.
I kept saying to Bart, “This is the kind of thing people who have kids talk about not being able to do anymore.” And it was grand.