Yes, I have returned. I am alive, my kids are alive and were not kidnapped out from under their father's sometimes less than watchful (only by my hawk eyes' standard) gaze. Even their father is alive and O seemed not to notice that his most beloved "nah" were missing. That would be boobs for those of you not up on O-speak. But lucky lucky me, I did not have to pump once! Amazing - I did not nurse my child for 3 whole days and my boobs did not explode. They did fill my tankini out rather well though so perks all around!
My reunion with my college roomates was smashing. Just fabulous. Seriously it was like our conversations and everything picked right up where they left off. I am so grateful to have such wonderful friends. No topic was left untouched, probably to the great chagrin of our husbands. Oh if they only knew! I had been worried about the reunion a bit. We're all in touch semi-regularly but really just through email these days. There are no phone calls really which needs to change. That is why I was worried a bit about the weekend relationship-wise, but it all just clicked.
And then there was South Beach. What can I say about South Beach besides that it too was smashing and just fabulous. I drove less than 2 hours from my very own front door but it was like going to another country. I felt like I had truly gotten away and was on some sort of fabulous tropical vacation. Which I was!
We stayed here
. We lounged in the very fashionable pool and drank many, many mojitos. We people watched and wondered who these people were. We did not see anyone famous.
We ate here
. What the website and what the conceirge did not tell us is that they take the sensual dining experience to the next level and actually show PORN during dinner. Yes, that was lovely. And the prices on the menu reflected the added price of entertainment let me tell you. Dorothy was not in Kansas anymore!
We did a spa day here
. We were spoiled and spoiled and spoiled. I needed this more than anything in the world. Such peace. Such tranquility. I need to go back.
Then we ate here
. The word divine does not even begin to describe the food. We ate at the chef's table, kitchen side, and had a blast.
Then we partied here
. This took the whole concept of "lounge" to a whole new level. Basically chaise lounges become beds in the evening and you just lounge and drink and people watch all night long. Except if you are incredibly lame and actually fall asleep while lying down on the bed. No we won't name names.
We also managed to eat here
. There was much eating. Much drinking. And most importantly lots and lots of laughter.
Can not wait to do this girls weekend again. However, I was the only mom in the group this time. Given that one of the main topics of the weekend was getting pregnant, I doubt that will be the case for our next get together and as excited as I am for my friends, I am bummed it may be awhile before we do this again. Because leaving your babies is hard, damn hard, and even harder when it is your first one and they are wee. So we shall see. But these friends are worth the wait. I guess I will just have to make the trek to see them and their new babies, when that time comes.
That would be me and my dear husband. University degrees, masters degrees, they mean squat if you have no common sense. According to my husband we are not dumb, just we have no luck. I don't know which is worse actually.
Here we are having a lovely Sunday. Lovely! Went out for yummy lunch, took the boys to the sea turtle rescue hospital, came home read the paper and then got productive and cleaned the front porch. Look up on clean porch and see a very long black ribbon. Hmmm. That would be a snake! Harmless black racer so we spend awhile watching it, taking pictures, the boys are watching from safely inside so no worries. But even though I went into the house through the OPEN garage, neither of us even thinks "oh the garage door is OPEN" as the snakes slithers along side of the house towards the OPEN garage door. Until it is too late. M tries to redirect it with the broom but he is too slow. The snake has found shelter. And if you have ever seen my garage you know that I really mean shelter. Many, many places to hide. Two neighbors and two more brooms later though and that snake is history. But so stupid! Never again. We have learned our Florida open garage door snake lesson.
This is the 2nd time in 3 days I have seen this snake. I am a bit worried we have a new neighbor.
Until I am soaking up the sun, sand and la vida loca that is South Beach. My college roomates and I are having a mini reunion at a super posh hotel, doing a spa day at a different super posh hotel spa, and relying on our concierge to get us into the most fabulous restaurants and clubs Miami has to offer.
Um, no, I am not dreaming. Yes, I know, this scenario is about as far removed from my daily grind of breastfeding, dirty diapers, tantrums, dirty dishes, potty accidents, etc. that you can get. But it is serioulsy going to be me next Friday. Living it up, high on the hog, dishing it with the girls who know way too much about me so that I must keep them as friends until I die lest they divulge those awful but true stories about me, back in those wild wild days when I was young, young, young and perhaps a bit too carefree. I'm hoping to find a bit of that girl still in me. The one who was brash and bold with a fake ID and was always made to go first into the scary situations. We'll see. I'll let you know. I may even share pictures.
But now I need to delve deep, very very deep into my SAHM wardrobe and decide WTF I am going to wear in freaking South Beach. South Beach! My closet is pitifully unprepared for this. I think I will just pretend I am a terribly famous celebrity trying to look frumpy and grungy to avoid recognition. Yes, I am sure to fool them all that way!
Seven days. One week from tonight, I may even be at a dance club. It has been years. YEARS! I hope I've still got it ba-by.
A letter to the editor in Sunday's paper was basically a call to arms for South Floridians. A hurricane could hit us! We could lose power! People could loot our homes! We need guns! Everybody run out and get a gun to defend what you have worked for all your life! We must not let what happened in NO happen here! Therefore we need guns! Guns for everyone!
God help us.
Why, please tell me why they are bringing 400 women and children victims of Hurricane Katrina to south Florida? Yes, we are happy to help, I have sent clothes and baby items and money, but that is not the point. The point is these poor people have been evacuated to a hurricane zone! Hello, we may be evacuating ourselves sometime over the next 2 months! Why, why put these poor people through a possible 2nd evacuation (without their own means to evacuate yet again!) when there are many many places in our vast country that are not currently living under constant threat of another hurricane. Why not take them someplace safe, both physically and emotionally. I know how exhausted I was mentally last yar after evacuating twice to tony Naples of all places. Can not imagine how these poor people feel. Let's just hope south Florida is spared, for their sake and selfishly for mine too.