Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Freakishly Wonderful

Oh yes that is right, downright freakish.

  • Best Bloody Mary's ever x2
  • Fried artichoke hearts WITH ranch dressing
  • Crab and avocado sandwiches fresh from the sea (just the crab - avocado and sandwich comes from the land)
  • Black light miniature golf (yes, for reals)
  • Seaside jewelry shopping
  • Loooooooooong walks on the beach with Hubby
  • Collecting sand dollars by the dozen
  • Hours of late night Venture Brothers binges
  • Finishing one book and getting halfway through another
  • Many midday naps
  • Flying kites (So not just for six year olds)
  • Romantic artichoke dinners on our seaside porch
  • Plenty of wine, whisky and gin
  • All manner of beach stereotypica

Really though, when you shoehorn all those things into one weekend, how can it NOT be freakishly wonderful? How I ask you?!

The fact of the matter is, that it can't be anything other than obscenely great and lovely. I think I said "This is so lovely" approximately one hundred times over the course of our long four day weekend - and I'm not even British. And at apparently bizarre moments; immediately after waking up from a nap, after dumping a truckload of sand out of my pant cuffs and onto the carpeted floor (shhh), once after crashing my kite into the sand headfirst. I'm sure I was just overwhelmed with the unending loveliness of it all that I ran out of the creativity to form words like; blissful, perfect-o and keen.

It was so lovely, in fact, that I 100% forgot about work and managed to relaxamundo to the bone so successfully that this morning, back in my own house and bed, I nearly passed away when the alarm went off at 5:45am. To say that I was startled is to wildly understate the situation. Thoughts of, "Where am I?", "What is that noise?" and "Am I still drunk?" raced through my head before I realized it was the real world calling back in to make sure I was still a member of the workforce, while holding out my running shoes and pointing to the front door.

Even still, as I strode dizzily on the treadmill, trying to catch up on the baseball happenings of the weekend, I could not shake the glowing halo of a weekend, and second anniversary, spent very, very well.

So well, in fact, that I will bore you once again soon, with video that I took of some fancy kite flying (this is no lazy box-kite tied to a picnic basket kind of kite-flying, my friends) as well a bit 'o heaven for those living farther than driving distance from their nearest sunny shore. Stay tuned.


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  2. I love your collage. Maybe I will make a wedding one :D

    Believe it or not, I do actually work an don't just read blogs all day long.

    I think you should write a book Fin, I would soo buy it.

    I am totally cereal about it.


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