2004-01-02 - 10:24 p.m.
New Year, new tan?
Tonight we ate dinner outside. In JANUARY. In T-SHIRTS. Because we are in FLORIDA.
Mom woke me up this morning at the ungodly hour of 7:15. Eesh. Yo, man, working is not going to sit well with me ever again if I have to wake up at 7:15. Actually, no. I’ll get used to it again. But I whine. Anyway, we packed up and went to the airport. I’m so used to traveling alone that traveling with someone else, especially my mother, has become annoying and stressful and ridiculous. Mom likes to talk. More than I do, and all the time. She can’t stand silence. So she chatters. Oh, well. Anyway, after we made it through security (and had an interesting chat with the security woman who checked my purse, because it came out that we’d both worked at Disney World), we waited for the flight. These two INCREDIBLY hot guys wearing Bucknell sweatshirts were sitting right smack in front of us. DAMN. One cannot hit on young boys when one is traveling with one’s mother. Turns out they were sitting in the row across from us, too. Shucks. One of them was tall and dark and bald, with beautiful brown eyes and a really pretty smile. I think he knew I was looking. I think he also knew I wasn’t looking my best—traditional airplane wear of jeans, sweatshirt and sneakers, with little makeup, is not good hook-up fashion. Oh, well.
We made it to Florida, and Mom kept telling me to relax. ME. Please. She told me this because Ed, who had been driving down with Grandpop (the grandparents are renting a place for three months-- Grandmom comes down tomorrow), decided he would pick us up from the airport. That meant he had to drop Grandpop off, stop at their house and pick us up. An hour after we landed. Sigh… I just wanted to get somewhere with a bathroom where I could unpack and change. I like airports, but only when I’m getting ready to take off, not right after landing.
But screw all that, because this is FLORIDA! I love Florida. I like the heat, and most of the people, and the oddly new-looking strip malls. I like the palm trees. I like the pretty clouds—you don’t get clouds like that anywhere else. I liked living in Orlando, even when there was no beach and I had no car. I just like it here. And today did not disappoint—sunny, slightly humid but not bad… In JANUARY. Love it.
We finally got to Mom and Ed’s place. They’ve had it for about two years now, but this is my first time here. And it’s GAWGEOUS. It’s big and airy and spacious, and Mom has done a great job decorating it. Usually I don’t like her taste—too dark and rich and staid for me (I like clean lines)—but this is lovely. There’s a screened-in lanai in the back. Excellent kitchen. Lovely sofas. And, the best part, a BED and a BATHROOM for me, which I can close off from the rest of the place. You see, at the condo in Baltimore, the second bedroom is really Ed’s office, and the bed is a Murphy bed. This bed, on which I am sitting right now, is a lovely, firm thing with fresh sheets and big pillows. Oh, and there are drawers and closets for my stuff—in Baltimore I was living out of my suitcase because there’s no room. But here, there are plenty of closets. And there’s a pool nearby. And a ceiling fan. And, and, and…
We also went to my grandparents’ place. They’re renting, but it’s gorgeous too. The owners thought of everything, right down to the books on the nightstand in the second bedroom. It’s lovely. Grandpop is totally wiped out now, though. It’s a shame, but understandable. Mom and I took him to the supermarket earlier, and I shopped with him. He’s getting old and fuddy-duddy-ish. I guess that happens when you’re almost 79. My grandpop has never seemed old, though, and now it’s starting to show.
But that is for another time.
Oh, I almost forgot—New Year’s Eve. Spent it at booger’s. Had an awesome time, of course. Got toasted on margaritas and champagne, of course. Ate A LOT, of course. Got very little sleep, of course. Helped booger put out an oven fire—that was the most unusual part of it, really. Poor thing. She’s sick now, too. What a crappy way to start the year. But it was great fun, especially the penis photos we saw. Those were… interesting.
So. I’m in Florida. And I’m TIRED. I’ll go to bed soon. I never did write about all that last year stuff, but maybe that’s because it’s water under the bridge, and I’ve already recorded everything. But 2004 seems promising, and full of new adventures. And, hopefully, sex. You know. There’s GOT to be some sex. And SOOOOOON.
