Yesterday morning at 8:00 in the morning B and I landed in Chicago after spending the past 3 days in Tampa, Florida. I know what you are thinking, something about how Florida in March must be nice, but I keep thinking about how I woke up at 4 in the morning East coast time to make that flight home. When we landed in Chicago we had already been awake for five hours (minus the time I slept, mouth wide open on the plane, using B’s blazer as a blanket) and we were able to appropriately laugh at all the suckers stuck in the security line that went through the entire concourse and into the parking structure. Honestly Midway, was is that all about?
By 10:30 in the morning we had unpacked, started laundry, bought groceries for the week and picked up the dog. I think that my utter exhaustion from this trip home has led to my general forgetfullness this morning. For instance, on my drive into work, without even noticing it I went the wrong way on the expressway where it splits (still gets me to work, just in a more round-about way) and when I sat down to write the (most likely genius) post I had in my head, I realized I couldn’t remember a single thing I’d been planning on writing about.
It was probably some grade A material, but instead you are stuck with random drivel about an early wake up call and getting laundry done. You are welcome.
When we got to Tampa we met my parents (we were attending the wedding of a family friend) and my parents announced that they had been forgetful on the trip to Florida and had left their hang up bag, complete with their rehearsal dinner and wedding attire in my grandparent’s guest bedroom closet. In Savannah. This led to a movie-worthy scene the next day in which my parents arrived at Brooks Brothers and informed the sales clerk they needed two days worth of wedding attire and they’d need it all altered and done in the next two hours. It is the kind of moment a sales clerk lives for. The only thing I bought, seeing as how I remembered all my suitcases, were some new headbands from Lululemon who make the only headbands for working out that actually stay in my hair due to their super grip strip. Consider this tip my gift to you, if you also suffer from mid-workout headband slippage, resulting in a mid-stride pause to yank it back onto your head.
We had gorgeous weather while we were in Florida, which matched the gorgeous bride and lovely wedding. There is something to be said for enjoying a bloody mary on the water, which is exactly what we did during the reception, but not before my Dad and I made a little wager about where Tiger Woods will place at the upcoming Masters golf tournament. A pair of high end cycling socks is on the line, and I’m going to have to admit that I am betting against Tiger Woods placing in the top 5. I KNOW.
So there you have it. Suitcases, shopping, sunny weather, early alarm clocks, weddings and golf all in one.