Start with a day at the lake.
Add in a 2 day Nascar trip.
Pour a few ounces of PBR in.
Add a dash of vodka.
Shake it in the shed of a Hunt Club at an Engagement Party for awhile.
Stand on the edge of the world.
Visit Niagara Falls, North Carolina.
Be one of the survivors of a hike that many have died on.
Spend the morning throwing the frisbee in the field.
Spend the afternoon sitting on a rock by the creek.
Spend the evening watching Robert Pattinson grace the stage.
And toast.
I think it pertinent to share with the world [as I know it] what I did last Friday. Er – Friday afternoon. Not that today is any less riveting. But, you know, Friday’s Friday. The morning? Not so much. I went to a rental shop and 2 paper print stores. And Publix. With a coworker. And by afternoon, after satisfying my desire to “eat a cow” by consuming as much as I possibly could in 1 hour at Monterrey’s, I was ready to crash. For the antics of the previous night were catching up with me.
I first lay on the floor in the cubicle of a coworker.
“Have you taken any medicine?”
“Two Advil.”
“You need Excedrin.”
“Okay. But. I can’t. Move.”
Which, clearly, I eventually did. Back to my office, where I cozied up in my coat and scarf, in my chair, feet propped on the trash can, mind set on resting. Yep. Eyes closed.
Now, at some point, that prayer I sent up to God was answered. Not fully cured until a little hair of the dog had later that night. But survival was definitely a foregone conclusion.
And this is where my late afternoon met google.
First the new Hard Days Night Hotel in Livepool. I had first read about this on FoxNews.com. And thus, in suit, became enthralled. So, if you were to ask, that’s where I want to go.
And here too, for that matter. Yes, I continued my quest for out of reach hotels and the Hotel Bemelmans was next. How did I get there? Well, my mom’s first boyfriend’s Great Uncle (are you following?) once owned it. His name? Ludwig Bemelmans. And he was the author of the Madeline books. Pretty cool, I think.
You see, I’m planning a trip I can’t afford. In the meantime I guess I can try to make it to Bemelmans Bar at the Carlyle Hotel in New York City.
I also want to take a Jane Austen like tour and visit her museum in Hampshire (SE England). And, more importantly, Chawton House, where Austen spent the last 8 years of her life. And lastly, the National Portrait Gallery in London where it is said that, if not at Chawton House, the watercolor of Jane Austen, done by her sister Cassandra, is on display.
Now, regardless, none of this will I allow to take over my original plans to one day visit Pompeii.
Yea, I’m weird. But that’s what a girl does on a Friday afternoon. Right?
