We pulled into our driveway yesterday just before the sun came up and our road trip was officially over. The drive to/from Florida was done without stopping for the night and it was certainly an experience. The dogs surprisingly handled the trip really well despite the fact they were sharing a bench seat of a F-150. Instead of a 9-post series on detailing every minute of the trip, I’ll sum it up in one. You’re welcome.
Florida: Part I
Coming back to the state I called home for seven years was somewhat traumatizing (yes, I’m dramatic) as most days I struggled to keep from melting into a puddle. Sunday was spent doing last minute Christmas shopping, taking the dogs to the park, and laughing our asses off in the air conditioning while watching Anchorman 2.
Because apparently we’re gluttons for punishment, Amy and I set early alarms for Sunday morning to meet up for a run. Alarms on vacation? We must like each other. Thankfully it was a breezy morning and a lot of the waterfront trail was shaded. The views were great and the company was even better – the miles flew by!
That afternoon Brad and I took the dogs up to Juno Beach. The water was a little rough (very unexpected – it’s usually pretty flat) and Sox wasn’t really a fan of the waves. Brad carried her in a few times and she swam fine, but when it came to going in on her own? Didn’t happen.
Monday night we had dinner with a couple friends at Tryst in Delray. The food was incredible and I fell in love with Sixpoint Resin Double IPA. And a bottle of Epoch red. The entire night went undocumented somehow, so no pictures for you.
On Tuesday I flew up to NJ to visit my family. One of my favorite things to do when I’m home is spend time in the kitchen with my mom. On Christmas Day we cooked so many meals that the dishwasher had to be run three times. Ridiculous. Make this risotto – you’ll be really happy you did.
Wednesday and Thursday nights I spent with my best friend from high school. She always rearranges her schedule to see me as much as possible while I’m in town and I love her for that. We hit a few local bars and caught each other up on our lives. And I harassed her to book a flight to Austin ASAP. It totally worked, the flight itinerary was in my inbox last night.
Florida: Part II
The “perfect” direct flight with free bags I booked for Saturday morning ended up coming back to bite me in the ass as I set my alarm for a 2:30am wakeup. Ouch. I also managed to forget to check in for the flight and was one of the last people to board the plane. Aisle seat = crappy sleeping situation. Once back in Florida, we went back to Juno Beach with the dogs again to meet up with one of my best friends and her dog.
Then we packed all of our crap back into the truck and drove north to Orlando to see Paula. Her and her man took us barhopping to their favorite spots downtown. That early morning wakeup call was kicking my ass but thankfully a little Red Bull (& vodka) saved the day.
Sunday morning we went to brunch at Maxine’s on Shine with Paula before hitting the road. And Bo blocked the front door so no one could get by without petting him.
That afternoon we headed across the state to Spring Hill (Tampa-ish) to visit another one of my best friends (hi, Mer!) and her family. I give her a lot of credit – taking care of twin babies (plus another child) is no joke! We spent the day watching football, eating pizza, drinking wine, and catching up. Pretty damn perfect. It was wonderful to see everyone and hopefully we won’t wait as long in between visits next time.
Monday morning we packed all of our crap into the truck for the umpteenth (and FINAL) time and jumped on the Suncoast Highway to begin the journey home. The plan was to drive straight through and just get the F home. Our erratic sleep schedules and general disdain for driving in general made the trip down I-10 a little challenging and required more caffeine than the first leg of the trip.
We ambitiously went grocery shopping on 3 hours sleep yesterday which ended up being a HUGE mistake because it was absolutely slammed and I wanted to run everyone over with my shopping cart. Or my car. Definitely one of those. We ordered a pizza for dinner and rented Prisoners. I think I made it mayyyybe 10 minutes into the movie before I passed out hard on the couch… at 8:30. And when I woke up it was 2am. Whoops – missed New Year’s Eve! It’s virtually impossible for me to fall asleep on the couch so I had to have been super tired. Brad tried to stay up but only lasted until 11. Super exciting night over here.
Well, now we have an extra bottle of champagne for mimosas. Never a bad thing.
Happy New Year!