Friday:
We’re drinking margaritas out of low-slung glass bowls, chatting away with some of the nicest people I’ve ever been lucky enough to meet through the internet. I introduce a story with an offhand comment about how “I was a chatty kid.” “You, chatty? No! Impossible!” says Sweets, and I realize: I have been totally teasingly called out on my chatterbox tendencies by a person who I’m hanging out with for only the third time. This is either totally mortifying or totally awesome.
Saturday:
Sitting by the lake checking out the air show, the blue angels roar overhead in perfect v-formation. Thirty seconds later, a small group of geese thinks “What’s the big deal? That’s not so hard!” and to prove the point flies over the exact same spot, in the exact same formation. Charmed, the audience bursts into applause.
Sunday:
We wake up early and skip our planned workout in favor of one of our favorite brunch spots, run by a fairly innocuous-seeming cult. (No, really. Truly.) We arrive to find a sign in the window: “Closed for our August retreat to celebrate [our guru's] birthday. See you September 2!” But! But! We were counting on delicious french toast! Why does the cult-run brunch place always close right when our french toast needs are most acute? And why is it that EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD, even my favorite purveyors of french toast, seem to be conspiring to rub it in about how awesome it is to take vacation in August?
Seriously? After our conversation last night about the guru and his cult? They up and go on their retreat this weekend? So wrong in so many ways. Maybe it’s a sign you’re supposed to invite us next time you go??!! I bet you won’t be quite as chatty when you’re stuffing your face with breakfast goodness.
Um, I am so bitter about you people and all the hanging out that you’re doing. For real. Bitter.
Also, is Heaven on Seven some sort of tourist place that the locals don’t frequent? Because we went there for brunch and it was AMAZING.
am totally not taking an august vacation! unless you count my mental health day last friday, which only SORT of counts. especially since it rained as soon as i went to the pool.
i, uh, may have been told i’m on the chatty side as well. i’m sure you find this shocking as well
I ain’t got no August vacation, or even any sort of 2008 vacation. But if you manage to get a vacation and come here for it, I’ll take you someplace that has awesome french toast and will be open.