Life was Good

Okay, so the majority of our recent vacation was wonderful. There were aspects that really traumatized us though. This fairytale story is from the wonderful time we spent alone together on the island.

Dear Husband and I went back to the island Tuesday during the hurricane that wasn't and checked into a hotel. Eager to resume the party, we enjoyed a few long necks in the room before dinner. The hotel offered a free shuttle which was terrific. We could enjoy all the perks of vacation (getting drunk) and still go out to eat! I decided I wanted to go to Hooters. I never want to go to Hooter's. Face it, it may be a family restaurant but it just isn't for fat girls me.

The restaurant in Galveston is on a pier over the water. We opted to eat on the patio in the back. How many times could you enjoy a beautiful sunset and balmy weather in the storm of the century? The birds behaved themselves, even though DH made the mistake of throwing food off the patio. I guess the birds didn't see it because we weren't attacked. However, after I chastised Dear Husband for this stupid, stupid mistake, he suddenly became a germ-a-phobe. Sorry, that is my bag. He noticed birds standing on tables that hadn't been bused, eating left overs. Well, if they were on those tables that meant they were probably on ours before we got there. Looking DH straight in the eyes, I put my hands palm down on the tables and then ate a fried pickle. Normally my OCD prevents me from finishing a nearly full cup of coffee if a gnat falls in. I have tried pouring out a sufficient amount along with the bug, but I can't shake the vision of the bug landing on poopy trash in the bathroom and then flying into the pharmacy and into my coffee. I digress. At my lack of germ fear, DH was free to finish his meal in peace.

Our pitcher of beer was gone in half an hour and so was our food, which was delicious. At this point, honestly, we were drunk, and I guess that is why DH decided we could walk back to the hotel. Um, what? That's a good thing you say? Psh. Hooters is at 23rd and the hotel is at 61st!! It was still early and the shuttle was still running. There was no need to walk
38 blocks.

Murdoch's (an island treasure) was next door. I thought if we walked around in there for a while to window shop, DH might change his mind. We had a great time in the store; we laughed at the shirts, touched all the shells and toys. We even put a quarter into one of the viewers that lets you see the rigs in the gulf. Yeah, it was nearly 9:00pm so there wasn't much to see, but it was great. Unfortunately, it didn't shake DH's desire to walk back.

All right, we're adults and 38 blocks isn't bad. The weather was nice, but we were in flip flops and parts of the sea wall aren't well lit. Remembering my "Women's Safety" training I kept scanning the horizon. At one point DH asked what I was doing. Checking my six and keeping my head on a swivel of course! He loves it when I talk nerdy. At block 45, he was done. He needed to pee and had blisters on his feet. Not me. We had come this far, we were going to go the distance so after stopping so he could pee on the beach, we kept humping it.

It really was a lovely night and you forget how wonderful the sea breeze can be. I loved licking my lips a tasting the sea salt. For a moment we were further from home and real life than ever and completely relaxed. We made it back to the hotel before 10:00pm, hand in hand.