There's sand in my toothbrush
My sister, apparently the only one who has any smarts, opted to fly from New York to Florida. Her feelings: "I don't think I want to start my vacation with a 16-hour minivan ride."
That was before she knew about the travel margarita machine. We ran out of tequila somewhere in South Carolina.
Kidding! There were no margaritas, just straight tequila shots.
The truth is that there was lots of dog hair, soy crisps, and Johnny Cash and Run-DMC. And a fun moment when the minivan completely lost power as we were barreling down the highway at 75 mph.
Power? Power is for wusses.
When we stopped to put air in the tires, Alex and BB took over the front seat. Here they plot to hijack the minivan as my brother looks on, completely unaware of the impending insurgence.
Do you have the keys?
No, I thought you did.
Anyway, we arrived safely and only slightly rumpled.
The majority of the week was spent engaged in various water sports, as my parents live on the intracoastal waterway and have two boats and lots of related toys. My shining moment came when I was the only one to spin 360 degrees on the Hydroslide board while being pulled behind the boat. No one managed to capture this on tape (I can't imagine why the Fox 5 helicopter wasn't there), so you'll just have to take my word for it that I was an awesome badass for five seconds of my life.
Alex sort of had fun...
...until he cut his pad on an oyster shell and had to wear a wee bandage for two days.
We even went swimming with the dolphins at Marineland. It was really neat. I think I'm going back to school yet again so I can become a marine biologist.
I think they should put this picture in their brochure. I am
clearly a beacon of light in the dolphin conservation movement.
I might put up some more pictures in the next post. There's an especially great one of my sister and I trying to pose like nautical sex kittens on the front of the boat while actually resembling wet, dizzy goats.
Anyhow, it was a really fun week, and the first time in years that my family has been together in Florida. I've probably mentioned that although we never lived there as a family, Florida always felt like home. It was the one constant as we moved all over the country, and we all have lots of special memories of being there.
But I think I'll save that discussion for another time. My head hurts after hours of perusing real estate publications.
Let's just say that I could get used to wearing my flip-flops every day.
Do I get a vote?