When I made a resolution about not being complacent with my life (see resolutions here), I was using kind words to express that I didn’t want to continue going through my life sitting on my ass and accomplishing nothing (which are all totally unkind words), and I would rather go on vacation and see things. I really want to go and do and play and experience instead of watch. I want to see things I haven’t seen and meet people I’ve never met, and now all of a sudden, I’ve gotten all Pollyanna about it. Here’s what I have planned so far:
We’re actually hitting St. Louis next weekend. I know for sure we’re doing the Budweiser Brewery (duh) and we’re going to the Blues game on Saturday night. I’ve never been there, but because I’m still a nerd at heart, Matt has promised to take me by the International Shoe building to take a picture. Matt is a St. Louis regular, thank God, so I won’t get lost and get my rims stolen, a la Clark Griswold.
Birthday trip! Matt and I were born four days apart, and we’re going to take a long weekend trip to celebrate. We settled on New Orleans because it’s relatively close, it’s full of history (and booze), and we both love music. I want to sit on a patio with a glass of wine and listen to jazz and then I’ll die happy (I almost did die in New Orleans once from a near-miss with a street sweeper, then I knocked over a very nice Christmas tree in an even nicer hotel lobby, but that’s a story for later). It’s a short(ish) drive, which is what we should do, but I’ve turned into a brat lately and it’s also a cheap flight.
Girl Trip: Destination Unknown?
My biffle Mimi (whose birthday is one day before mine) shares in both my wanderlust and my spontaneity, so we decided Tuesday afternoon to take a trip together in the May/June area. It started with something simple, like a cruise, but then it quickly evolved into more adventurous endeavors, like finding an excuse to get into Cuba.
And obviously obviously became a let’s do this at least once a year until one of us kicks it, then take my the ashes until the other kicks it thing. Also, telling people we’re on our honeymoon for free champagne.
It makes me so happy to have a friend who gets me.
Last year, Oklahoma played Ohio State in Norman. It was like God singing to me. I was so excited it was on the schedule. Then Matt’s cousin decided to get married on that weekend, and when he was coaxing me out of a tantrum, he told me he’d take me to Columbus to make up for it.
And I never forget, Matthew.
That’s what I’ve got so far, plus Tulsa, Dallas, and Memphis (my usual haunts).
Do y’all have any suggestions?
In the Year of Spontaneity, I may just have to go.