I know I left you all hanging with news of my secret adventure last weekend. And now I've let 9 whole days pass without anything. My sincerest apologies, friends.
So Hubs had a boys weekend in Vegas planned for the weekend of August 15-16th. I know, I know...who agrees to let her husband go to Vegas with a bunch of guys for a weekend? Ahem, The Hangover comes to mind. But Hubs is as good as they come.
Having free time for SSB, I decided I would load up on episodes of True Blood and Tori & Dean, Chelsea Handler's Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea {quite possibly THE funniest book I've ever read}, and a showing of The Time Traveler's Wife. My bff and sorority little sis, Sage, graciously invited me to go to see TTW with her on Friday night. {The movie was good. I cried. But the book was better. Duh.} What made the movie awesome? Sage and her mom, Marilyn, showed up with mini champagne bottles and Junior Mints. Heavenly.
Now a little about my dear Sage: she is a flight attendant for a big, well-known airline, and lives an awesome jetsetter lifestyle. She has endless energy, can live out of a suitcase for weeks on end, always tells the truth and is one of the most caring and generous people I've ever met. I love this girl. So when she calls me with a crazy idea, I'm all in.
This particular idea of hers consisted of jumping on a early Saturday morning flight to San Diego to surprise our other bff and sorority sister, Cassi, for her birthday celebration that day. We would come back home on a 7pm flight that same day. So a quick turnaround, but enough time for fun. And fun, we had!
The surprise was a success as Cassi had no idea we'd be showing up. We had enough time for an hour or so on the beach in the late morning and then back to Cassi's to get ready for the birthday bbq that afternoon. Her friends are fun! And know how to parrr-tay! There were steaks, turkey burgers, salads, beer (oh tons of beer!), vodka lemonade flowing through an old Sparkletts machine, vodka watermelons, flip cup tourneys and beer pong. This might not come as a surprise, but Sage and I did not make it out on the 7pm flight.
Sunday consisted of a 5am wake up and then to the airport to try to get home. {PS - Flying standby on a Sunday is not a good combination.} A few hours, one nice boy (go, Sage!) and two flights later, we were home. Such fun!
***Happy birthday to Cassi and a big THANK YOU to Sage! I love you girls and am so thankful to have you in my life. Thank you for an awesome weekend that I'll never forget!***
Now I'm sure you're thinking, "But, wait, Miss E....this doesn't explain why you've taken 9 WHOLE DAYS to relay this story to us." Welp, dear readers, let me just say that Miss E isn't as young as she used to be. One spontaneous trip to San Diego for me and a weekend in Vegas for Hubs has left us in major recovery mode. The jetsetting lifestyle takes its toll, lovelies.
xoxo
10 comments:
Ahhh! I'm so jealous of y'all's journey! Sounds like you guys had an awesome time!
P. S. Flying hung over is THE WORST.
My mom is a flight attendant, so I know the joys of flying stand-by. Heck, why not do it if you can have adventurous trips like this one. I bet your friend was thrilled to see your two faces!! Sounds like my kind of getaway!
So fun! Jealous that you were in San Diego - I am still recovering from two weeks of visitors and was bad about blogging myself.
That sounds like so much fun! Yea.
I had a sleep study done last night and it made me think of you. I think people should know that even though it is called a sleep study...not much sleep is had and what you do get isn't very refreshing. At least in my case.
Happy recovery week!
wow!!! Like everyone else, I am so jealous! haha hope you have a great week! = )
How wonderful!!!! What an exciting weekend!! Very very jet-set!
Travelling home on the Sunday can't have been fun though... I hate the journey home, especially when I'm feeling 'delicate'!!
Saskia xx
Tres jet set, and so fun - and that's not just my hometown bias talking! How nice of you two to fly out and surprise her.
And I hear you on the travel recovery time taking longer - I swear it took me two full weeks to recover from my recent vacation. Boo on old age!
That sounds like such fun. I'm beyond jealous. And no, I'm not talking about the champagne and junior mints (although that's definitely a close second).
Good to know about the Chelsea Handler book--I bought two of hers over a year ago and still have yet to crack the spines! Probably because I buy books faster than I can read them...oops!
what a nice surprise!!
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