This past weekend, The Best Friend and I packed up the Neon and headed to Jacksonville to spend some quality time with Dana and Phoebe.
The idea of a road trip made the Best Friend very happy indeed....or maybe he was grinning because of the ghetto fabulous mix he made -- Biggie, Tupac, Afroman and N.W.A.
While The Best Friend rhymed about Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis, I marveled at the size of his drink. My God, I could have gone swimming in that thing.
Our first mission once we got to Jax was to find atoy liquor store and purchase some Sangria and beer. Since ABC was closed [ABC, WTF?], we ended up going to a local place with the world's best salesclerks. They claimed Sangria to be, 'strong enough for a man, but made for a woman...just like Secret!'
As you slide down the banister of life
May the splinters never face the wrong way.
Sangria made Ashley very happy...
Sangria didn't really do much for The Best Friend, but beer sure seemed to make him happy.
It also seemed to make Dana really happy. It must be magical.
And because Phoebe is her Mommy's dog, it made her really happy too.
Phoebe was so happy that she covered her Mommy in kisses.
Steve's alphabetized movie collection gave me a bit of a tingle in my bottom.
The next morning, we took Phoebe to the dog park. She's so smart -- she actually knew when we turned onto the road the park was on and started getting all antsy.
SMASHY SAM ADAMS!!!!! While we were at the dog park, I saw Smashy [and by Smashy, I mean a Boston Terrier. I have decided that until I get Smashy, all Boston Terriers will be known as such]. It took everything I had inside of me not to abscond with this glorious creature.
For lunch, we hit up the Never-Ending Pasta Bowl at The Olive Garden. The Best Friend and Dana both had their hearts set on spinach fettuccine alfredo, but with the recent scare -- The O.G. wasn't serving it anymore. This made them sad.
Very sad....
I was just there for the salad and breadsticks, so it didn't affect me at all.
Dana also took us on a mini-tour of Jacksonville. We saw gorgeous houses, people who take Halloween very seriously indeed and Chamberlin's, a maze-like used bookstore which may very well be heaven on earth.
We wrapped up the night by watching my favorite Kevin Smith movie, Chasing Amy. I recited most of the lines ["Because the other three are figments of your fucking imagination!"] and got all philosophical during my favorite scene:
Alyssa: Why are we stopping?
Holden: Because I can't take this.
Alyssa: Can't take what?
Holden: I love you.
Alyssa: You love me?
Holden: I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
The next morning, we headed to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. There was a half-hour wait and all the checkerboards were taken, so we had to find ways to amuse ourselves.
Earmuffs. Cock. Balls. Hello Kitty.
A necessity for every home -- a fiber-optic North Pole pole.
While waiting for our food to arrive, we played pegs -- a thoroughly addictive little game which seems to best me more often than not.
The Best Friend approaches the game in pretty much the same way Patton approached war plans.
And due to his methodical attack of the peg board, he usually wins.
Me, on the other hand? I start out with good intentions....
...And end up having a rage blackout because there are always too many goddamn pegs on the board!
Fried apples, hash-brown casserole and a biscuit for $2.99. America rules!
Fifteen minutes later, the food's pretty much been annihilated.
After breakfast, we hit up World Market where we encountered numerous interesting products including the world's biggest package of Cadbury's Fingers.
Dana-sized liquor glasses! Although, we decided that if she ever did guzzle a margarita this big, she might just end up with alcohol poisoning. Maybe...
Big was apparently the theme of the afternoon because I stumbled upon a bag bigger than my upper body. I could have lived in this thing.
Not everything was huge, though. The Best Friend found an elfin bottle of Sake.
Dana got her 'Shakira' on and performed an impromptu belly dance.
We found a Norma Jean Merlot. With a bottle this pretty, the stuff could taste like anti-freeze and I wouldn't give a damn.
Ditto the Marilyn Monroe wine. I'd love to have a wine named after me. Not a Merlot or a Pinot Grigio or anything, but something pink and bubbly and ridiculous. Something a real winedrinker would probably roll their eyes at.
Again, the bottle alone is worth the price tag. I am a lousy onophile.
And because I am perenially eight-years-old, I found this to be hysterical. Fat Bastard -- a-tee-hee-hee.
Seeing as how I credit Jake for turning me into a lush, I figure a bottle of booze named Jake's Fault is highly appropriate.
Almost as good as the 'STOP. Collaborate and Listen' stop sign.
Back to Orlando. Bye-bye, Jacksonville! We had a blast and will be back soon.
♫ Check out Adam Schmitt. He's a bluesy singer-songwriter from Minnesota and I really love his work. Burning Up is on constant rotation on the iTunes. If you like John Mayer, you'll dig Adam Schmitt.
The idea of a road trip made the Best Friend very happy indeed....or maybe he was grinning because of the ghetto fabulous mix he made -- Biggie, Tupac, Afroman and N.W.A.
While The Best Friend rhymed about Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis, I marveled at the size of his drink. My God, I could have gone swimming in that thing.
Our first mission once we got to Jax was to find a
As you slide down the banister of life
May the splinters never face the wrong way.
Sangria made Ashley very happy...
Sangria didn't really do much for The Best Friend, but beer sure seemed to make him happy.
It also seemed to make Dana really happy. It must be magical.
And because Phoebe is her Mommy's dog, it made her really happy too.
Phoebe was so happy that she covered her Mommy in kisses.
Steve's alphabetized movie collection gave me a bit of a tingle in my bottom.
The next morning, we took Phoebe to the dog park. She's so smart -- she actually knew when we turned onto the road the park was on and started getting all antsy.
SMASHY SAM ADAMS!!!!! While we were at the dog park, I saw Smashy [and by Smashy, I mean a Boston Terrier. I have decided that until I get Smashy, all Boston Terriers will be known as such]. It took everything I had inside of me not to abscond with this glorious creature.
For lunch, we hit up the Never-Ending Pasta Bowl at The Olive Garden. The Best Friend and Dana both had their hearts set on spinach fettuccine alfredo, but with the recent scare -- The O.G. wasn't serving it anymore. This made them sad.
Very sad....
I was just there for the salad and breadsticks, so it didn't affect me at all.
Dana also took us on a mini-tour of Jacksonville. We saw gorgeous houses, people who take Halloween very seriously indeed and Chamberlin's, a maze-like used bookstore which may very well be heaven on earth.
We wrapped up the night by watching my favorite Kevin Smith movie, Chasing Amy. I recited most of the lines ["Because the other three are figments of your fucking imagination!"] and got all philosophical during my favorite scene:
Alyssa: Why are we stopping?
Holden: Because I can't take this.
Alyssa: Can't take what?
Holden: I love you.
Alyssa: You love me?
Holden: I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
The next morning, we headed to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. There was a half-hour wait and all the checkerboards were taken, so we had to find ways to amuse ourselves.
Earmuffs. Cock. Balls. Hello Kitty.
A necessity for every home -- a fiber-optic North Pole pole.
While waiting for our food to arrive, we played pegs -- a thoroughly addictive little game which seems to best me more often than not.
The Best Friend approaches the game in pretty much the same way Patton approached war plans.
And due to his methodical attack of the peg board, he usually wins.
Me, on the other hand? I start out with good intentions....
...And end up having a rage blackout because there are always too many goddamn pegs on the board!
Fried apples, hash-brown casserole and a biscuit for $2.99. America rules!
Fifteen minutes later, the food's pretty much been annihilated.
After breakfast, we hit up World Market where we encountered numerous interesting products including the world's biggest package of Cadbury's Fingers.
Dana-sized liquor glasses! Although, we decided that if she ever did guzzle a margarita this big, she might just end up with alcohol poisoning. Maybe...
Big was apparently the theme of the afternoon because I stumbled upon a bag bigger than my upper body. I could have lived in this thing.
Not everything was huge, though. The Best Friend found an elfin bottle of Sake.
Dana got her 'Shakira' on and performed an impromptu belly dance.
We found a Norma Jean Merlot. With a bottle this pretty, the stuff could taste like anti-freeze and I wouldn't give a damn.
Ditto the Marilyn Monroe wine. I'd love to have a wine named after me. Not a Merlot or a Pinot Grigio or anything, but something pink and bubbly and ridiculous. Something a real winedrinker would probably roll their eyes at.
Again, the bottle alone is worth the price tag. I am a lousy onophile.
And because I am perenially eight-years-old, I found this to be hysterical. Fat Bastard -- a-tee-hee-hee.
Seeing as how I credit Jake for turning me into a lush, I figure a bottle of booze named Jake's Fault is highly appropriate.
Almost as good as the 'STOP. Collaborate and Listen' stop sign.
Back to Orlando. Bye-bye, Jacksonville! We had a blast and will be back soon.
♫ Check out Adam Schmitt. He's a bluesy singer-songwriter from Minnesota and I really love his work. Burning Up is on constant rotation on the iTunes. If you like John Mayer, you'll dig Adam Schmitt.
2 comments on "What's a nubian?"
I hope you don't mind that I put a link to this on my journal & myspace blog... sooooooooo funny. :)
Not at all! I'm just glad you liked it :)
That picture of Smashy makes my life worthwhile.
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