So how about that summer?
I struggle to even call it summer because when you work full-time and don’t have kids, the extent of summer is lighter traffic during your commute, and also the pool is open.
We did manage to squeeze quite a bit of travel into the past 3 months, so this will be my quick bullet point list of where we went and how much we ate while we were there.
A week after our amazing, epic and life-changing excursion to Europe, hubs was shipped to Omaha for work for two months. Two months! He got to come home for one weekend in the middle of it, and I cashed in the last of my skymiles to fly up and see him 3 weeks in, because Ben & Jerry’s and Two Buck Chuck can only quell your loneliness for so long. It was a dark time.
To my surprise, Omaha was surprisingly charming! Granted, they have the worst weather combination in the universe: scorching hot summers and epically cold winters. The timing for hubs’s work trip couldn’t have been better though, as both the college world series AND the Olympic swim trials were both going on while he was there, so he had plenty of entertainment. And the weekend I visited, Taste of Omaha was going on, and we also went to the zoo and stalked Warren Buffett. Good times were had by all. Although not good enough to merit staying permanently, as hubs’s company begged him to do. No dice, company!
By the time July rolled around, it was time to celebrate our 2 year wedding anniversary. We originally planned to go to Maine to eat lobster and sight see, but those plans were abandoned when I got pitiful and used up all my miles. So instead we opted to drive the 3 hours up to Asheville, North Carolina. THE FOOD WAS INCREDIBLE. We were there for less than 48 hours, but we managed to eat at Tupelo Honey Cafe twice. Word for the wise: They bring you biscuits, jam and tupelo honey AFTER you order your food. You will have to roll yourself home Violet-Beauregard-style if you order anything besides an entree. It was delicious and I will never forget it.
Also, Asheville, you have so many young, attractive hippies. And also so much beer. We stayed at Hotel Indigo which is mere blocks away from all there is to see and do in Asheville. I may or may not have picked it out based on the fact that the cast of the Hunger Games stayed there while filming the first movie. We spent a day at the Biltmore, which was redonk. It was like Downton Abbey but in the Appalachian Mountains and on crack. It’s crazy expensive so google around for coupon codes if you plan to visit. I made up the price of the ticket by fully exploiting the wine tasting portion of the day. They make about 30 wines and I tried every. single. one.
I’m not sure if this counts as travel, since hubs is from Savannah and my in-laws still live there, but we took a weekend visit while hubs’s sister and her 3 kids were in town. Fried scallops, hush puppies and low country boil were consumed. Margaritas were had on the beach at Tybee Island. Sweet Melissa’s pizza was eaten at 2:00 a.m. If you need a killer small business idea, start a 24 hour pizza-by-the-slice restaurant in a party town, but maybe name it something that doesn’t make pervy men giggle.
I also peer-pressured my father-in-law into busting out his Margaritaville machine which had been collecting dust since Christmas. He whipped up some pina coladas for us but mostly me, and my mother-in-law said she had never seen me giggle so much. Mission accomplished? Most importantly, we spent a lot of time with 3 of our nephews, the oldest of which will tell blackmail-quality stories about his mom for hours on end, and the youngest of which is going through a boob-punching phase. It was a special weekend.
This past February, we experienced The Greatest Loss Of Our Time when two of our best friends moved out to California. Jerks. We flew out to visit them over Labor Day weekend, and had the most amazing time seeing the middle of California in all its glory. We flew into LAX, had lunch in Santa Monica, dinner in Visalia (where they live), and then woke up bright and early to watch the Georgia/Buffalo game, which started at 9 a.m. pacific time. We also made it out to the beach for a night, staying in Pismo Beach, partying in San Luis Obispo, and breakfasting in Avila Beach. We swung through Paso Robles wine country on the way back, where our friends revealed that they are secret ballers who are VIPs at a winery with a code and a gate for private tastings.
Hubs loves the weather on the coast of California like I love Cheez Its, which is to say, a lot. The fact that it was August and in the low 50’s by 9 p.m. gave him a serious hankering to also relocate to the west coast. Our friends may have wined and dined us into submission, which sounds suggestive, but is true. I am not typically a crier but I quietly sobbed after they dropped us back off at the airport, though hubs doesn’t like to feel feelings and kept trying to distract me with questions like “don’t you miss Buster?” and “are you wearing tights as pants?” (They were leggings and it was LA and my shirt covered my butt so don’t judge).
For the next 3 months, the only travel we’ll be doing is to-and-from Georgia Tech for tailgating and football. We have 4 home games in a row in September. Whoever made that schedule needs to be punched in the face. One the plus side, hot dogs and beer before noon are totally acceptable for all Saturdays this month, so I’ll allow it.