Journal 7 August 2011
Missed it by that much! I just can't tell you how close I was being in Pensacola, Florida for the day right this moment. At about 5PM last night, I decided I was going to rest a few hours, then get up at midnight and drive straight down I-65 and take a left turn on I-10. It's an eight hour drive from here. Seriously was going.
Work is slow and the LF has been gone since the 29th (and will be until the 10th). My house is immaculate. School supplies are bought. The kitchen is well-stocked. Neither guy needs me and I am very caught up, so why not? I first thought I feel like I miss being single, or who I was 20 years ago, but really, it's just the waves I miss. I love that my life is boring these days, as opposed to the chaos Ed creates, but I'm bored, complete and utter ennui. It looked like it was going to rain, so I didn't do it.
Instead, I hopped into the Miata, top down, and just drove to downtown Nashville. It was fun watching all the people in cowboy hats with their cameras aimed up at the buildings. And drunk girls running as fast as they can while yelling with glee! teehee. Instead of $60-80 in gas (which is all I would've spent money on), I bought a pint of Haagen-Dazs.
We had eaten lunch at a vegetarian restaurant in East Nashville. The whole time I was there, I just kept staring out the window at the Mexican restaurant across the street; drool almost dripping from my chin. I would've much rather been there, but mom suggested it would be fun to have an adventure, and I was happy to play along, as it was my oldest brother's birthday celebration. None of us finished our meals. Bro covered his up with a napkin. Mine had beets on it. I hate beets. The ice cream for dessert was really odd tasting (they sell things with milk and eggs??? so why was it strange. Not a vegan restaurant, a vegetarian). It was so bad, mom talked about going to Baskin Robbins on the way home, and even stopped to read the next-door ice cream shop's tableau to see if something would've been more pleasing on the way to her car. Obviously, none of us was satisfied. At 8PM, I finally gave up and cooked what I knew I would love to nibble on, an oven-baked whole chicken with white wine and rosemary. Crunchy skin and one thigh. Much better than beets. I felt sated enough to rest.
Today, I think I may find a way to steal away to the Gulf for real. My friend sent me a link to a timeshare that was in Destin last week that would be $350ish a year. Maybe it's time to find that link again. All I'll have to do is be able to get there, and I am even willing to do that in the middle of the night, so obviously, I can make it.