Back in the Dixieland
Because I love you all, and because I feel bad about the last post being lame, I'm taking a break from sipping mint juleps to write y'all something. Of course, by "sipping mint juleps" I mean "perspiring in a most indelicate way and watching in horror as my hair turns into something resembling a poodle coat on top of my head."
I'm in Wilmington, N.C. It lauds itself as "Home of the Azalea Festival," but should instead put "Welcome to Wilmington: Where You Look Like Crap" on the signs. Love the airport, though. It's teeny, but had free wireless and these really nice rocking chairs instead of those nasty chairs you usually find in baggage claims.
Also, my confession for the day: I turned into a total Sabbath breaker the moment Mr. and Mrs. Smith started playing on the airplane. Because really, how can you resist something like Brad Pitt looking all hot an' stuff? You can't. You don't. Savvymom, back me up here. I tried to make up for it by listening to some Mormon Tabernacle Choir music during my layover, which would have worked if it weren't for all the Brad flashbacks. (hee. hee hee.)
My dear friend, whom I'll call Sahkmet because she sometimes posts here under that name, drove down from Chapel Hill to see me, which was a huge treat for me. We had a lovely evening, wherein we went to Wrightsville Beach (5 minutes away from the hotel) and saw the sun set. Then we did some more Sabbath-breaking by eating dinner at a tapas-style restaurant called Boca Bay. We went back to the hotel after dinner and realized that it was 7:30pm and we were sitting in a hotel room watching the Food Network--and not even a good show, but something about how Cheetos are made. So we left the room quickly and went back down to the beach to walk along the shore like normal people.
And now I have to get ready to go exhibit at this conference thingie, which was the stated purpose of my trip. I really just came for the beach.
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
11 comments:
Yeah, that "Unwrapped" show kind of sucks. Not to mention that the guy who hosts it is probably gay.
But every cloud has a silver lining. I'm pretty sure Hot Rachel Ray's show comes on before or after that. Or at least... one of her shows.
I have to mention here that it seems pointless to me to go to a beach on the east coast to watch the sun set over land. Can't you get the same type of view over Poughkipsie?
Hey, you can mention all you want. You're not at the beach.
I totally watched that Unwrapped episode in between the Emmy's. In my defense, I'm sick and there's no beach here.
I won't even touch the "probably gay" comment.
But I envy you. In honor of breaking the Sabbath, though, I spent the whole day yesterday cleaning my little house. I even mopped, which is sinful Sabbath behavior.
I'm going to ripped into for noticing a guy's gay? You people are silly.
You're on your own, there, cbh. :-)
And yes, Brad Pitt is a pretty, pretty man. Also he's quite funny, as it turns out.
You're right, I did forget to mention the moon, Sakhmet! It was doing the same thing the next night. Ooooooh-ooooooh . . .
Nem, my email isn't working, and time's a-growin' short.
Your tees will be ready tomorrow afternoon. Unless you tell me you have already gone to Shade behind my back. Anyway, let me know what will be the least stressful way for you to get them. I will bring them to you, or if your luggage is too full, I can send them.
I can totally support you in your Brad Pitt Sabbath behavior. I on the other hand after going to church where I listened to 5 people including the high counselor swear while either teaching class or commenting in class went on a lovely nature walk and then went to a local graveyard because on Sunday here we visit with the dead and talk to them and stuff. I merely visited and left the talking to someone else although I was introduced at one grave. What is the proper etiquette for meeting someone who is dead?
I think you're supposed to ask them to shake your hand.
Or maybe that's something else.
Ha!
I'm supposed to be upset about missing Queer Eye for the Straight Guy becuase of an overblown streotype?
You couldn't pay me to watch a show that stupid.
Okay, you could, but it'd have to be a lot. Like $40 or something.
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