Stop #7: Bahamas!

 

This pretty lady right there is my SILF...don't be dirty: it's sister-in-law-forever (but also a fun acronym for two hot chiquitas), and through a series of fortunate events, she and I are now family. She's the mom of Sila's only cousin (on Conan's side), and I feel as if I hit the SILF jackpot. Not only is she cool as AF, but she also is, like, family--which is a pretty foreign concept to me since supportive family is not really something I'm familiar with!

Anyway, thankfully due to a switching of jobs, Jen was able to take a little mid-week Margaritaville cruise with me, and we had SO MUCH FUN. It was only 48 hours, but if you only sleep about 10 hours that whole time, 48 can feel like a lifetime.

This cruise was delightful and only $190 (including port fees and taxes). I would highly recommend it. Thankfully it was not a condensed pool of middle-aged, white Parrot heads (no offense but let's be honest as to who actually likes Jimmy Buffet), but a really diverse mix of people (which you know I love--see previous blogs). What that means for a cruise like this? Well, latin dance hour, hip-hop dance offs, and everything in between. Also, thankfully, there was very little Jimmy Buffet music, which I appreciated. Instead, there was a whole bunch of fun.

Determined to get the most out of the cruise, Jen and I soaked up rays on the pool deck the first afternoon, enjoyed some cocktails, witnessed some insane competition games, ate some free food (which we almost missed all of it due to just relaxing and not thinking about food!), and then danced our hearts out until 1:30 a.m. And if you know me, you know how much I LOVE dancing, especially to hip-hop. It was magical.

The next day, we got up far too early then we should have because we were at port and had booked the party boat for the day in the Bahamas. That entailed snorkeling, endless cocktails (really just fruit juice with a splash of alcohol), Bahamian "lunch" (rice and peas, chicken), and some relaxing on a beach. At the end of that, we repeated our previous afternoon with sunning on the pool deck, eating some food, and trying to stay up late (but didn't succeed).

Really, what I took away from this trip is how much I appreciate having Jen in my life, knowing she is a fun person to hang with and knowing she is there for me (and us as a family) when unforeseen events happen (like when my Cincinnati flight got cancelled, and she picked back up Sila for another night and for the last day of school!). Jen also has a great philosophy in her life: focus on the positive and manifest the shit out of what she wants. I like that, and even though I like to think I'm a positive person, she made me realize some of the small things I put out there that are the opposite of positive.

So there you go. Another amazing adventure--three smaller adventures (but one put-together type trip) are left. Thanks for continually reading, if you are. 

Stop #6: The BHam

 

Those backs of heads right there are some of the Griffins' favorite people: Brad (aka, Marcus Aurelius) and Kathleen (aka, KBubs). They live in Birmingham, AL, and we might have visited them as many times as I've seen Steel Pulse (hah! maybe not, but we try to swing up there as much as possible because they're awesome).

Anyway, I went to BHam because KBubs couldn't come to Atlanta to see the show with me and party in the Hotlanta. So, when KBubs can't come, I go to her. What followed was a list of many amusement rides in the place I like to call Busbee-land:

1) Catching up on a one hour drive to pick up one of their daughters

2) Hanging with their four kids and multiple friends who happen to be over

3) Avoiding getting farted on by Gus, the dog 

4) Avoiding stepping on their other pets: another dog, a cat, a turtle, and probably at least two other pets I don't know about

5) Driving around town to see the sights and having dinner with Marcus Aurelius and KBubs

6) Sneaking into a show that we didn't have tickets for

7) Being the adult driver in the passenger seat as one of their teens practices driving around the neighborhood

8) Visiting with some of their many friends around town (special shout out to Phil and Elizabeth who were SO welcoming and even made a sign for when we arrived for cocktails. What a brilliant, welcoming idea!)

9) Going shopping at Plato's Closet

10) Being so hungry that we wait 20 minutes for hotdogs at Costco

11) Being unable to then shop at Costco because for some reason they close at 6 on Saturdays

12) Going elsewhere to get food for dinners

13) Walking 5 miles for exercise

I'm sure I didn't hit it all, but Busbee-land is always a great time. Really. It's so unlike our home life, which is what I love and appreciate so much. They show me that families look different, but at the root is love. How could you go wrong? 

Not much made my list of take-aways, but that's probably because I was too busy laughing and having fun. I do know KBubs ranks #1 as the most welcoming person in this Universe, and it's a place I strive to be in this world. She shows me that you don't have to have everything in order to invite people into your life. You just invite, and let them come along for the ride. 

Oh, and look at one of the pictures of Sila at camp--isn't he so pretty??

Stop #5: Hot-lanta

 

For those who know me, you know that I love some solo time. Going out to dinner by myself? Hell, yeah! Movie? Bring it! Show? Absolutely. 

Well, the last one was what brought me to Atlanta (lovingly known as Hot-lanta to me) on a quick, overnight solo adventure. This wasn't planned (my most-favorite person in the world--other than my husband and son, of course--Kathleen was supposed to come, too), but did I have a good time? You betcha.

So, my adventures brought me to the area of Little Five Points in Hotlanta to see a band I've seen over 30 times: Steel Pulse. Thankfully, a last-minute find led me to a very cute room in a house owned by a young couple renovating an old home. This stay was only a little over a half-a-mile away from the venue, so I was set. I arrived, napped (because y'all, I'm old and going to a show takes it out of me), put on my compression stockings under my jeans (varicose veins are something fierce), and made my way for a solo beer and the show. 

Walking to the show reminded me how much I LOVE cities. Since this is my blog, I'm going to say it: I love the diversity and inclusion of cities (gasp, DeSantis!). I love seeing people of different backgrounds, I love interacting with people of different backgrounds, and I love seeing signs in people's yards that aren't "Fuck your Feelings," which Florida is so keen towards. Anyways, see some pictures below to see what I mean.

At the show, Steel Pulse brought it, with an hour-and-a-half of racially conscious and uplifting music. If you don't know them, check them out--they used to play with Bob Marley! Anyway, the show was great. I stood in the pit, made friends, danced, and sang my heart out. Was it worth it? Heck ya!

Since I was solo, I didn't have much that was added to my list other than what I already know: music and dancing moves my soul, as does being in places that open my mind. 

Oh, and fun sighting: I was in a cool restaurant co-op type place (Krog Street Market) for my next-morning coffee and pastry, and as I was sitting there, two men and a lady were talking at the long table I was at and a mom and her son came up to ask to take a picture with the two men. I had no clue who they were, but then I heard Stranger Things, so I did a quick Google search: I was sitting next to the Duffer brothers! Now, to you, that might be exciting. To me, I haven't seen the series, but I thought you might care.

Next stop: Birmingham, AL. Keep weird, people!

Stop #4: Portland, ME

 

For those who don't know the story, here it is: Sila's normal camp cancelled about six weeks before it was supposed to start. Now this is not your run-of-the-mill camp, where crazy individuals decide that running an overnight camp would be a good idea and decide to do it. No, Sila's camp (Mondamin, which he has attended for two years...maybe three?) is an all-boys, non-denominational camp that's been around for over one-hundred years! And you want to know why they cancelled? Damn college kids (said with love in my hearts because I teach college). No, not really...I guess. Basically they had to cancel because they didn't have enough staff to run it. See what I mean--damn college kids (and all they're parents who don't want their kids to work in the summer; PSA: your 18-22 working during the summer and the school year is a good thing. They're only going to do drugs and get into trouble at your house.)!

Where does that leave the Griffins, then? Well, scrambling to find a replacement. Little did I know, there are people who get paid to do this research! Sheesh. Sila's camp buddy's mom, who lives in Manhattan and presumably has more money than we do (not hard), hired a "camp finder" person to do what I did--for FREE. Anyway, at the end of the day, we picked a new camp for the year: Camp Kawanhee. This fabulously expensive new camp is in upstate Maine, so guess who had to get Sila there? Me! But, I am not on pick-up duty, so there's that.

Okay, camp. It's fancy; it's smancy. And it's far from SW Florida--like maybe the farthest you can get. So after a flight from Asheville to LGA, we landed in Portland, ME, just in time to spend $17 for parking (for two hours!) and $170 dollars for a room in a house. Read that sentence again. $170 in Morocco could have gotten us 5 nights accommodation. Anyway, after a dinner with Sila's camp buddy and folks (bless them; they paid), Sila and I took off for his camp. Only a short two-hour drive, and we're there. Pictures are below, and I think Sila's happy. Apparently, though, he didn't shower or brush his teeth for the first two days because he didn't unpack his bag. Y'all, again, pre-teen brain is real.

After an awkward and forceful exit from camp (by my son), I was then free!!!! It's been a long year with the boy. As usual, though, I have a friend where I'm at--Clare Bear Extraordinaire!! I met this wise, old soul in Kripalu last year, and we've stayed in contact ever since. Not only that, we've managed to have really deep back-and-forth email correspondences all year, exploring our own growth as humans and encouraging the other to do the same. It's pretty special, and I'm glad I got to see her.

Clare actually lives in NH, but her son goes to school in South Portland, so Clare made the drive down to show me some craggy beaches (my request) and some new spots in Portland. We had a fabulous time, and not only did I see lighthouses, but I saw a legit beach! Really. I didn't think it existed up in Maine (being a Floridian and all), but Clare insisted there was a real beach in Portland. I was wrong; she was right.

Don't you just love the picture above? I left my sunglasses in NC because I thought "there is no way I'll need them in Maine!" Boy was I wrong...for one day. After Clare headed back, I had one more full day to walk around--in all-day rain and cold. But, I did it. I meandered down by the docks to see some young lads on boats in just overalls, chatting over sea creatures, and pretending this was a warm summer day; I also did a bit of shopping and met a couple from Tampa who invited me to dinner. We ate at a Thai place and ended up in a brewery. Kind of apropos to my life. 

So here goes--you got a lot of the things I did already, so I'll write about what I took away from all of this: 

1. I love my solo time, and I feel I'm moving into balancing this all very nicely.
2. Clare and I talked about this, as well, and she had good insight (as always) to share: when in moments alone, check in, address how I'm feeling, act accordingly, and then move on to something new.
3. Portland yoga spaces are rad, and yoga--in general--makes me feel so good.
4. I want to create a yoga space (again) in my house.

There you go, folks! This list might not be profound, but it's a good one! Stay tuned for the next leg of my journey: Atlanta and Birmingham. 

Stops #2 & #3: Nantahala...or, more accurately, Topton (NC) and TN

 

Have mercy--school let out, so after a quick basketball camp (for Sila, not me, but wouldn't that be fun?), the boy and I hit the road to go see ole' Connie boy up in North Carolina. For those who don't know, Conan decided to be a raft guide for the summer. Yup. It's his mid-life shift. See picture below (doesn't he look like a raft guide...and a little crazy?).

Anyway, our time up there was a bit delightful, damp, and busy. Do I have any pictures? Nope. But let me describe things in words:

1. Conan is living in one of those roadside motels....you know--the ones that look completely abandoned but have some semblance of semi-permanent residents (like van seats outside, circling a fire pit)? Yup. And we stayed there, but hey, I've been in worse. It actually was just fine, and the shower was killer. I told him it's a good thing it was because if the shower had been shitty, I would have been out of there. Trickling water is no bueno for my luscious hair.
2. The spiders in his room might be planning a hostile takeover.
3. We went down the river a couple of times (once in a tandem ducky--Conan and me, and no, I didn't paddle! Why would I? My husband is a raft guide; once in a raft that Conan was guiding--I did have to paddle then...you know, for looks).
4. We hiked a bit.
5. We went to TN to visit my aunt and uncle, and had a fabulous couple of days on their front porch (of which I have pictures)
6. In TN, we ate food, took walks to look at wildflowers, sat (with beverages in hand) and watched fireflies, shot guns (yup--it's important to be versatile), and slept. Good times.

But, oh wait! What about what I took away from this? Did I make a list? You bet your sweet cheeks I did:

• Conan and I are so solid that we can let each other do these crazy types of things
• I still don't like spiders, and Conan lovingly knows this. He cleaned up my whole corner of them all before I came--don't worry, though; they just congregated in the bathroom to plan their hostile takeover.
• Create a welcoming home (like Aunt Vicki who stocks her home with things like baby diapers/wipes--for her kids and their new, young families, as well as toys for all ages, and food); it really makes a difference
• Have 5% of my life for mindfulness: podcasts, articles, practice
• Listen more to The One You Feed podcast (y'all, pre-teens and all the angst they bring is real--Conan and I turned this on in the car for Sila to listen to. Of course, he didn't want to and drew instead, but we know he was listening)