With the arrival of June comes the beginning of a summer heavy with activity. The hubs and I took an opportunity on Friday and crashed in a little shack known as the Beau Rivage on the MS Gulf Coast. We met dear people for a fantastic, oyster-rich dinner at the Half Shell Oyster House before watching a live performance by Jim Gaffigan back at the Hotel/Casino.
We attended the late show which didn’t wrap up until 11:30, but since we only go to the coast about every 3 years, we decided to stay up JUST a little later past our bedtime. I tried a couple of slots and didn’t have any luck, quickly blowing through the cash I had set aside to throw away. While sitting at the penny slot, a waitress promised me a margarita so the hubs handed me a $10 bill which I successfully turned into $100. I got my margarita, cashed out, and we went back to our room to rest up for the day of shopping we had planned for Saturday.
All in all, I’d say I sweated about 5 gallons of perspiration between 4:00 p.m. Friday and 9:00 p.m. Saturday. It is approximately 5,000 degrees already and the summer humidity has arrived in all of her bitchy glory.
However, I will soon escape her wrath. Later this month, Shey and I are traveling to San Diego so I can attend a work conference. It’s not a destination that we would have just chosen at random, thus the reason for our excitement. I’ve never been that far west and Hubs has only been as far as Vegas. We are stoked, to say the least; spending countless hours on the interwebs looking at all of the places we want to try and see while in the area.
Hubs sent me this link last week, and he laughed because I made the biggest deal out of the donut shop in the video. But come on?! At least HALF the fun of traveling is exploring the food options, right?! I am a southern girl through and through: I’m going to judge towns and cities that are foreign to me on their culinary offerings and whether or not they live up to their own hype. In fact, whether or not the food is good in a given destination is going to account for about 85% of my opinion of said destination.
In addition to the donut shop, however, there are many actual places I want to see and experience and I’m looking so very forward to seeing Southern California for the first (and hopefully not last) time.
I got the kiddo off this week to her first of two summer camps. She is getting her artistry on for this one – writing and drawing and painting and whatnot. Since we decided to homeschool this year, I gave permission for my 14 year old to dye her hair blue. It is currently heavily highlighted with mermaid and teal and sapphire tones and really quite pretty. She is embracing the new found freedom of not being beholden to a dress code. I am embracing that the most brazen thing my teenage girl wants to do is dye her hair a bold color and that has me feeling very good (in the present moment) about the adventure that is raising an adolescent.
I am currently on a podcast kicker, having read an article recently about top 12 podcasts or somethingorother. But the one I’m listening to right now is one that is truly dark and disturbing and yet, like some train wreck I can’t look away from, I find myself listening to it all the more. It’s called “My Favorite Murder” and, sick as it sounds, it’s a true crime discussion podcast with two women who just basically sound like the two awkward souls that they are, discussing things they’ve read about and researched and seen in documentaries about true crime events – namely, murders.
I can just imagine what people must be thinking as they read that last paragraph. What a horrible subject matter to discuss, right? No! For one, as a child of the 80’s, this subject is one that I’ve been intrigued by all of my life. In the late ‘70’s and early ‘80’s, kids were disappearing left and right and serial killers abounded. It was a thing I remember seeing on the news a LOT when I was a kid, and I wouldn’t be surprised if those fears I had back then about being snatched out of my own home were not deeply rooted in some of the shit I used to see on the news. I would also not be surprised if that is where much of my own anxiety originated. So, listening to these two fools discuss these past cases on the podcast (1) made me realize that I was not the only one living in utter fear during my childhood and (2) other people are as fascinated by true crime as myself. Crime is horrible, horrible. Murder especially. But the human psyche is and always will be fascinating to me. In fact, Abnormal Psychology was one of my FAVORITE classes I took while pursuing my Psych degree, so I feed my obsession for learning about crazy people through this most recent podcast adventure. And if you, like me, are also an individual with a penchant for truly awkward and dark humor, check out My Favorite Murder on Stitcher or iTunes. It’s like being dropped in a conversation with two friends who will say all the things you have already thought, but probably would be too afraid to say out loud yourself.
My latest music obsession is with Mary Lambert. Her Heart On My Sleeve album is full of the feels. From ballads to spoken word poetry, it’s an eclectic mix of beautiful vocals and haunting lyrics. It’s very much a female-empowering album and pro-gay, as Lambert is very honest in her lyrics regarding her own sexuality. Great Pride month album to check out!
Books? Ahhh, books. I’m not going to lie. I’m not reading nearly as much as I’d hoped I would by June, but with 12 hours of plane rides/layovers stretching out before me in the very near future, I will soon be delving deeply into my reading list. I am currently reading The Lost Prayers of Ricky Graves: A Novel by James Han Mattson. I think it was one recommended to me by Kindle. It is a first novel and, in many places, reads like one. But it is interesting and relevant subject matter and another good pick for Pride month.
Pride month is one that I know a lot of people in my geographic location don’t support. But I have many gay friends. I also know how it feels to feel like you can’t be yourself. So I celebrate alongside the very special people in my life who have shown me what real love looks like in the way they love others, and they way they love me.
The week ahead is filled with activity from meetings to doctor’s appointments to meals with friends I haven’t seen in too long. Beyond that, the month of June will probably cause me to collapse sometime in mid-July when the busyness of the next few weeks finally catches up with me.
If I don’t melt before then.