The Simple Pleasures of Traveling

It is no secret that I love to travel.  I love getting away, seeing new things, and eating a lot (especially new foods).  I also love traveling somewhere to see people I love.  Even if I go back to Boston 10 times a year, it is still a worthwhile trip.

Two weekends from now, I get to see my big bro (the best brother there is) .  He will be turning the big 2-4 and celebrating in South Florida.  I have not seen him in a few months, so that will be a nice short trip.

In about two months, I get to see one of my favorite cousins, Bucky/Beckita.  We are going to go to Disney World for her birthday.  I know, I know…another Disney trip.  But hey, how often do I get to see my cousin?!  It should be an awesome trip!  When we get together, we get extra silly.  I love that!  What out Mickey!! Here come the Saos!

One of my best friends from high school has just moved out to L.A.  I think this is a great chance to see her and checkout the west coast.

I have been terribly homesick since I moved to Florida four years ago.  So, any chance I get to see extra familiar faces is a plus!

[Currently Listening to:  Louisy Joseph - Assis Par Terre]

It Runs in the Family

This past weekend, my sister got married.  It was three days and nights of straight drinking.  This was the first time I have ever drank with this side of my family.

The theme for the night was “Don’t let [Insert name of family member here] know I’m drunk.”

I remember wanting to go over and talk to my dad.  My cousin was warning me, “Don’t let him know you’re drunk.”  That did not faze me, since my dad was more drunk than I was.  Everyone was toasting him since it was his daughter’s wedding.

When we were going home from the reception, my sister was trying to calm all of us down.  That was useless, she was more intoxicated than all of us.  Sis: “SShhh….I don’t want my grandmother to know I’m drunk.”  It was her wedding, she was entitled to be drunk with family around.

My dad takes the cake though.  Saturday night, he was still dancing and drinking while all of the young people were knocked out sleeping.  He was woken up at two in the afternoon, and complained about being woken up so early in the morning.  He ended up going back to sleep around three.  Sometime around five or six, he woke up a bit, but did not have his glasses on.  This is how the conversation went:

Dad:  Who is that?
Mom:  That’s Sheila.
Dad:  Oh! Don’t let her know I’m drunk and that I passed out.
Mom:  Silly.  She slept here last night.  She already knows you were drunk and passed out.

He was still passed out when I left later in the evening.  It is a great family I am apart of. 

[Currently listening to Keisha Cole - Heaven Sent]