And just like that, it’s all over.
Last night after we returned home and the mounds of laundry were thrown all over the bed, sunscreen was put back into place and the cold hard truth that I would no longer be eating bacon cheeseburgers every night for dinner set in, I dove head first into the end of vacation blues. It’s like when you are a child and you realize that summer is over and it’s time to go back to school, except worse because in order to make vacation happen again you have to spend money and re-convince your husband why traveling is necessary to life.
It was such a great week spent in Florida with Shawn and our friends, Aubree and Eric. You see, Aubs and I go way back. Way back to like 5 years old. We have stayed the best of friends through bad haircuts, even worse outfits, her going to college while I decided to get hitched instead and now her living miles and miles away in Alabama with her husband of almost one year. For the past several years she has continually said that once she found a man us four have to travel together – well, she found one and we did just that. It was so great to have uninterrupted time with those love birds and for us to be able to talk (okay sing) about anything freely, laugh uncontrollably, and do whatever the heck we wanted whenever the heck we wanted. Oh adulthood, you aren’t so bad after all.
Because I took two million and forty-two pictures [roughly], I thought I would space our vacation out through a few posts. We’re going to start with day one…
It all started at the worst car rental place in the world (looking at you Fox Car Rental, sorry but I am). Fortunately we decided to ignore how long we had to stand out in the heat wearing skin tight jeans waiting for a car that didn’t have wet stains and long hairs all over the seats and just strike a pose instead. When you’ve got the people you love, you ignore all other circumstances [for like 30 seconds].
Finally after receiving a car that kinda met our standards, we ventured on over to Singer Island, Florida for our stay at Marriott’s Ocean Pointe Resort. The funny part of this story is that up until 12 hours before check-in, I thought we were staying at a different property (in case you are looking at staying in the Fort Lauderdale area, we did also tour the Marriott’s Oceana Palms Resort on Singer Island and loved it, I would totally recommend it). I guess one should always read confirmation emails and pay attention to important things like booking a hotel. We went with a 2 bedroom suite so that we could all be in the same room without having to be in the same room if you know what I mean. Fortunately, it worked out perfectly.
We totally took advantage of having a full kitchen at our disposal and stocked up on all sorts of groceries and liquor to save us both calories and cash during our stay here.
Naturally as soon as we got checked in we did our duties of checking the place out [which really meant get a cocktail at the nearest pool bar we could find..]
We then discovered those wonderful things called “pools and beaches” and submersed ourselves as quickly as possible into all things vacation.
Because the first day of travel is always exhausting we opted to stay in and play pretend that we were 85! Cards and cocktails for the win. Stay tuned for many more exciting adventures including but not limited to :: heated rounds of shuffleboard and queso. Lots and lots of queso…