The last 2 weeks were redic. (-ulous if you want to be specific about it). First, there was the Zooma race on May 31. It started at 7am.... in the pouring rain. Weirdly enough, it was a friggin' blast. The following weekend, our friends from college got married (in a state that is different than mine, so much traveling ensued). The ceremony was beautiful, the bride was gorgeous, and many, many rum & Diet Cokes were consumed on the dance floor. Oh, and my husband does a mean dip. Exhibit A:
The next morning was a little rough, as was the 5.5 hour trip back to the homeland. I spent the evening taking cat naps in between packing, because what's the point in going to bed when you have to leave at 3:30am for a 5am flight?
Know what really rocks my socks, though?
The sun setting over the ocean (um, land only on the East Coast, folks). I can't even begin to tell you how much I heart the ocean... maybe one day my wonderful husband will let me live within driving distance (45 minutes, tops) of a beach? On the East Coast? Where sunsets over land are just as (almost as) pretty?
Oh, know what else happened? I met celebrities. At a bar. In my bathrobe and a very wet bathing suit. But I'll save that for tomorrow.
2 comments:
Oh puh-leez. You make us wait for your celebrity/BATHROBE moment?
Okay. I'll wait.
Love the dip picture. Can't wait to hear about your celebrity story. Fun!
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