I’m not quite sure why everyone is afraid of getting older. It definitely beats the alternative. Despite how you feel about birthdays, they are definitely a time to reminisce and reflect about your life. Notice I didn’t mention mope, regret, lament, or anything else negative? What’s the point? Sure you can beat yourself up and wallow in regret and self-pity until they swallow you whole. But life, in my humble opinion, is about living. It’s about doing. It’s about dreaming. It’s about learning to forgive yourself and move towards happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I’m the first to admit that I’ve wallowed in self-pity while sitting in bed eating ice cream and watching Lord of The Rings so many times that my discs are now starting to skip. But birthdays are not a time for moping!
Although admittedly, I was looking at a BIG birthday and I’m not going to lie: the thought of wallowing sounded nice and comfortable. Who doesn’t like jammies and Netflix and ice cream? But I realized I can do jammies, Netflix, and ice cream anytime. What I haven’t done in over 3 years was TRAVEL somewhere new and I thought it was about damn time! Since it was for a BIG birthday–which, btw, I lovingly renamed Not Forty, But Fabulous (and I encourage everyone to join in!)–I decided to do it BIG! Nope, I’m not talking about a big oversees trip (although, that would have been amazing as well), I decided to see more of this country.
The first birthday trip was to: Florida! Of course this is not a big surprise, if you actually read the line above the great advice offered by the fabulous Mae West, follow me on Twitter (@epicurioustexan), Instagram (@epicurioustexan), or Facebook Epicurious Texan (shameless plug and hopefully you noticed a trend–I’m pretty easy to find)!
Ahem. Where was I? Oh yeah, Florida! I arrived late Wednesday night and had a very relaxing Thursday morning hanging out with the pupcicle nieces while BFF and BFFH worked until about noon. The condition for me coming south on this little sojourn was to go somewhere new–so when BFF & BFFH got off of work, we loaded up the car, left the pupcicles in good hands, and took off on a road trip south–to KEY WEST!
As I mentioned yesterday, our first stop (after checking into the B&B) was at Fat Tuesday for the Official First Drink! Everything after that was a bit of a blur. KIDDING! just kidding…kinda…
It was a great weekend, filled with lots of laughter, lots of fun, and of course, lots of beer…and booze…oh, and food and maybe some more beer. So grab a margarita (or two) and stop in later to read more about it.
Here’s a preview: chickens.