Golden girls

(And what in the actual name of f-ck is going on in this world?)

I am feeling really good today because I woke up in a very comfortable guest room in the very welcoming home of some very good friends, for just under a week of vacation.

A peek out my window. I’ll take it.

Yes, we’re in Florida, but nowhere near Mar-a-Lago. Nothing says Florida like palm trees, right?

Plus I really needed a break from the cold weather, unemployment…and that goddamn 13-ring circus in Washington DC with a Cheeto for a ringmaster. 🤦🏼‍♀️

We arrived yesterday about 6PM—it should have been 5PM but JetBlue took so long with the bags (50 minutes after we landed, we got them), we missed the 3PM shuttle we were scheduled to take. (Yes we checked bags…because of the goddamn full-size sunscreen, ok?)

Anyhow we got on the 4PM bus, she’d my annoyance on the ride, and when it finally arrived at our destination we promptly exited and collected our bags. Then there was a bit of a commotion…the sound of frantically beeping horns (not honking car horns—a distinct beep-beep-beep)…like everyone, we turned toward the sound…and there were our friends, coming in hot…on golf carts. (With a full cooler on board too…ahhh…tastes like vacation!)

So after a bit of a tour around the neighborhood we settled in for a night of catching up and howling with laughter. The rest of our time here (just under a week) will be a mix of relaxing, game playing, golfing, sunning, and general “middle aged women on golf carts” debauchery.

And I know this visit is going to be really good for my soul.

Getting here found me a bit more angst-y than usual…you know, given that the friendly skies seem a bit, er, dangerous lately and all. So we packed accordingly:

Breakfast of traveling champions.

Grab a black coffee with just over an inch of room in the cup, tuck in to a quiet corner and make a discreet pour, and voila.

So. Delicious.

(Pro tip: Baileys Minis are bigger than nips and are the largest size allowed by TSA. You’re welcome. 🤣🤣🤣)

Side note, airports never get any less “interesting.” They somehow always manage to be full of people who seem to be traveling for the first time. And yesterday was no exception. The guy in front of me had on pants that well may have been sold as “100 pocket pants.” And this guy had something zipped safely in “every” pocket, none of which he took out in advance, and all of which he took out gradually. I lost count of how many times the TSA agent asked “everything out of your pockets?” only to have him trigger the alarm again and get sent back to the converter belt, unzipping and re-zipping until he found whatever hidden treasure in whatever of the hidden 100 pockets. I think those types of repeat offenders should have to go to the back of the line—that’ll teach them to unpack their 100 pockets in advance all at once.

And then you know there are those families where the kids are perfectly well-behaved but have the most annoying parents, parents who say things like “want to go the bathroom AND MAKE A PEEPEE?” over and over…while giving the kid apple juice no less? I’m not a parent, but I’m kinda like, lethe kid finish the juice first and why the last part??? Why say “make a peepee” over and over and over? Just ask the kid if he needs to go to the bathroom (preferably using an indoor voice).

The world is in a shambles and so I’m having trouble finding legit good things to talk about this Feel-Good Friday, so I’m going to keep it brief. (I mean, I have the obvious feel-good things—great friends, family, a good life, etc. etc.—that I always appreciate, but…) Being on vacation has me feeling good (albeit admittedly slightly dehydrated right now after being over-served last night) so I’m going to focus on that and squeeze every bit of juice out of that as I can.

I hope you have something good in life to distract you from the madness, and I appreciate you seeking distraction and spending some time here.

Have a great weekend, and I’ll see you Monday…same bat time, same bat channel.

Love you too.