I’m currently sitting in my office with newly acquired memories and sunburn. I spent the past weekend with three wonderful girl-friends on a mini-road trip/beach vacation. My heart is full, my skin is red and my mind keeps replaying all of the happy moments from the past few days. Beach Trip 2012 was definitely a success.
- Rapping and attempting to be gangster (and failing miserably) on the drive-up.
- Splashing, giggling, drinking and laying out at the beach.
- Sneaking into a random Catholic church’s lobby. Proceeding to then sneakily open the door to the actual church service, silently ooh and ahh over the pretty architecture, and then run out. The priest may or may not have been staring right at Priscilla and I, so the “sneakily” part is debatable.
- Getting dressed up and going out on the town. We choose ‘Tavern on the Bay’, a beach-side restaurant with beautiful views, a sweet staff and delicious drinks.
- Looking at the moon and Uranus (Why can’t I write that planet out without almost snickering? My sense of humor resembles a fifth grade boy’s) through some cool dude’s fancy telescope.
- Searching for a place to eat and coming across an adorable and healthy gem of a place. (If you’re ever in Corpus Christi,you’ve gotta try Urban Fare Cafe. The owner and staff are fun and friendly, the decor is adorable and I had the best soy latte of my life for dessert.)
- Long conversations. Late night cranberry and vodkas and Flaming Hot Cheetos. Shrieking over scary crime shows. Guffawing over everything and nothing. Exchanging encouraging words. Secrets. Sharing a bed with the best friend. Slumber parties in your 20’s are the greatest.
- Maybe kind-of drinking Beeritas in our hotel at 10am? And having so much fun doing so that we stayed an hour and a half past check-out and somehow didn’t get caught? The question marks mean we’re innocent until proven guilty! I’ve confessed nothing!
- Constantly laughing like maniacs, often not over anything actually humorous. On the way back home, perhaps somewhat delirious from lack of sleep and too much sun, Priscilla and I began prank-texting friend Patrick. I just sent him a bunch of things that made absolutely no sense and probably weren’t funny at all. This does not stop us from breaking into hysterics. Luckily, friend Patrick is a good sport and played along.
There are few things that make me giddier than the girls in my life. So a weekend beach trip filled with adventures and laughter and three of the lady-loves of my life? Perfection. Minus the sunburn.