vettechick99
<font color=purple>Why do I open these threads?<br
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I'm no Alfred Einstein or Ned Franklin, but I do know a few things. I know that the only way to win at Rubix Cube is to remove the stickers and rearrange them. I know that alcohol causes temporary deafness and that Satan is not the devil, processed cheese snacks are.
I also know that if there's a celebration somewhere within driving distance, Kory and I'll be there with two limes and a shaker of salt. And if no one is having a party, we'll have our own. To prove my point, here's our year in review:
Location: Savannah, GA, January 2005
Reason: We love each other so we eloped!
Real reason: I wanted to be covered under his insurance.
Celebration fare: Sex on the Beach, Champagne, Beer and cute baby veal chops
Drunk by: 3 pm
Location: Atlanta, GA, April 2005
Reason: At-home reception
Real Reason: So my sisters could hire babysitters and get drunk
Celebration fare: Champagne, Wine, Beer and cute baby quiches
Drunk by: 8 pm
Cute baby Jaeger Bombs served by: 11 pm
Location: Seaside, FL, May 2005
Reason: Our annual beach vacation
Real Reason: Because we wanted to get drunk by water
Celebration fare: Heineken, Strawberry Daiquiris and Boiled Peanuts
Drunk by: 11 am
Location: Lake Oconee, June 2005
Reason: Our annual lake trip
Real Reason: Because we wanted to get drunk by water, part 2
Celebration fare: Case of Bud Select, Smirnoff Ice-Apple and more Boiled Peanuts
Drunk by: 2 pm
Accidentally ran boat up on sandbar: 3 pm
Location: Atlanta, GA, July 4th, 2005
Reason: Because it's the birthday of our country!
Real Reason: We just wanted to get drunk, ok?
Celebration: Hamburgers, hot dogs and beer
Upside-down Margaritas by: 12:30 pm
Drunk by: 12:31 pm
Location: Walt Disney World, October 2005
Reason: Because I need Disney!
Real Reason: Because I really, really need Disney!
Celebration fare: Cheese soup, beer, wine, and Jaeger Bombs
Drunk by: An hour after arrival
And so begins the 2nd Annual Grubbin' & Boozin' Festival. If you're not familiar with our style of vacationing, here's the Cliff Notes:
We grub, we booze, we ride, we nap, we socialize, we grub, we booze, we joke, we laugh, we sleep. Repeat.
Got it? Good!
The Cast
Me! Lady of Leisure (I quit my stinkin' job!)
DH! Gentleman of Banking (yeeeeah. We still need that one)
Sunday, October 2, 2005
Up and at 'em at the crap of dawn. That's how we do things in the Vettechick household. Ain't no sleepin' in, we've got a rat to see and wine to taste! We pack the car and take one last look around to make certain irons are off, Cheese Puffs are packed and the cat and dog know the house rules. This is the first time we've left them alone for a week and the kids and I have made a pact. I promise to bring them home a prize and they promise to refrain from pissing on my comforter. It's win-win, really.
I think we've got it all. TTFN, stinkers, see ya on the flip side!
The drive to see the other man in my life is easy-peasy and we pit-stop in Gainesville around lunchtime. We have a couple places to hit -- Best Buy topping my list. Vettechick needs a new digital-camera memory card as her factory one gets exactly 9 high-quality pictures. Nine!
We pull into the parking lot and find a great spot in the front. Boy it feels good to move around and stretch the ol' appendages. But screw that, I'm ready to stretch my credit limit! Hmmm, I wonder how much I can spend?
Step right up, folks! Now appearing in the main tent, Lester the Great, who will be turning overextended credit cards into colorful confetti. Watch in awe as he reduces a bright-eyed girl to tears and brings her to the brink of humiliation and dispair right! before! your! eyes!
{Shudder}
So I'm halfway to the entrance and I realize I'm alone. What the hell? Our vacation is only 4 hours old, we're not even in Disney yet, and already I'm waiting. I turn to see Kory still standing by the car getting something out of the trunk. He then walks back to the driver's side.
And then his shirt comes off.
"Baby, what are you doing? We have to hurry before the carnival barker arrives!"
I scamper back curiously and oh damn. My husband of 10 months is half naked by the car, changing clothes. Not in the car, but by the car. In our perfect little parking spot by the front.
"You can't do this in the car? Wait! Slow down. I need to document this. It's soooo going in the report."
If only I had been quicker, you would have seen the real Kory.
Sorry I couldn't do better than that for you, ladies. It is good times. Rereah!
So we do a little shopping and pick Kory up a Ray Charles CD and me a new memory card. They were actually on sale for $25, so I'm super excited to have saved about $30.
That'll buy us at least two drinks at Disney.
Next stop is Zaxby's where we indulge in the best chicken fingers on the planet.
Really, you must go.
Afterwards we hit Publix where we get some beer, bagels and bread. How's that for alliteration?
Hop back in the car and turn south on the interstate.
Woohoo, I-75!
Woohoo, I ain't drivin'!
Woohoo, my first Disney sign!
Woohoo, the best Disney sign!
You know what that means? We're on property. Everyone let's do the I'm-on-property-dance!
We arrive at the BCV in good time and I leave Kory to deal with the valet and I go to the registration desk. A nice gal checks us in and ponders our room selection, none of which are ready to inhabit. As she prints out my materials, I check my watch and try to look pensive (the intelligent look is soooo in this Fall). We had arranged to meet my 'net friend Dennis and his wife at the ESPN Zone upon arrival, but now I'm thinking we should just wait the few extra minutes and meet them later on.
As I leave her, Kory arrives and we confer. Do you think? Well what about? Ok, Yes. Instead of going to the ESPN Zone, we agree to head out back and lollygag until our room is ready. So like any card-carrying member of the Binge Drinkers Lush Club - South GA Division, we make a beeline for Hurricane Hannah's to order a totty twosome.
"What'll you have today, miss? Miss?"
Wait, I'm being pensive here! I take pause and weigh my options. Not on what to order, but my game plan.
You see, I have a serious condition called DISMSD. DIS Meet Stress Disorder. Ya know you talk to someone online for a year and you think you know them. But do you really? Do you? Sure I'd seen pictures -- his wife, his son, the 40-page collage of his precious Hemi Dodge -- but what if he wasn't anything like he said? What if he was lame? Or dumb? Or he had boogies hanging out his nose? Or his yankee accent was too much to bear, like nails on a chalkboard? Or if they thought I was lame or boring?
Oh man, that's a good one. I crack myself up.
But if the meet turned into a big bust, what's my recourse then? Well it didn't take me long to figure it out. I decided that if things got bad at our meeting, I could just blame my hasty exit on severe public drunkiness. The resulting hangover would get me out of remembering the meet. Yes. Fail safe thinking on my part.
"Ok, two Shipwrecks, please. And he'll have a drink, too."
She makes nice, strong drinks, this lady. She gets the "Good Times" approval from me!
So as Kory sips his Margarita and I double-fist my Shipwrecks, I continue to show off my new Fall look and I realize my vacation has finally started and it's gonna be a good one.
ETA: Part 2, page 6
11.15: Part 3, page 12
11.22: Part 4, page 17
12.16: Part 5, page 22
1.12: Part 6, page 27
2.15: Part 7, page 32
(notice how I add a new installment every 5 pages?)
2.23: Part 8, page 33
(snuck that one up on ya, didn't I!)
I also know that if there's a celebration somewhere within driving distance, Kory and I'll be there with two limes and a shaker of salt. And if no one is having a party, we'll have our own. To prove my point, here's our year in review:
Location: Savannah, GA, January 2005
Reason: We love each other so we eloped!
Real reason: I wanted to be covered under his insurance.
Celebration fare: Sex on the Beach, Champagne, Beer and cute baby veal chops
Drunk by: 3 pm
Location: Atlanta, GA, April 2005
Reason: At-home reception
Real Reason: So my sisters could hire babysitters and get drunk
Celebration fare: Champagne, Wine, Beer and cute baby quiches
Drunk by: 8 pm
Cute baby Jaeger Bombs served by: 11 pm
Location: Seaside, FL, May 2005
Reason: Our annual beach vacation
Real Reason: Because we wanted to get drunk by water
Celebration fare: Heineken, Strawberry Daiquiris and Boiled Peanuts
Drunk by: 11 am
Location: Lake Oconee, June 2005
Reason: Our annual lake trip
Real Reason: Because we wanted to get drunk by water, part 2
Celebration fare: Case of Bud Select, Smirnoff Ice-Apple and more Boiled Peanuts
Drunk by: 2 pm
Accidentally ran boat up on sandbar: 3 pm
Location: Atlanta, GA, July 4th, 2005
Reason: Because it's the birthday of our country!
Real Reason: We just wanted to get drunk, ok?
Celebration: Hamburgers, hot dogs and beer
Upside-down Margaritas by: 12:30 pm
Drunk by: 12:31 pm
Location: Walt Disney World, October 2005
Reason: Because I need Disney!
Real Reason: Because I really, really need Disney!
Celebration fare: Cheese soup, beer, wine, and Jaeger Bombs
Drunk by: An hour after arrival
And so begins the 2nd Annual Grubbin' & Boozin' Festival. If you're not familiar with our style of vacationing, here's the Cliff Notes:
We grub, we booze, we ride, we nap, we socialize, we grub, we booze, we joke, we laugh, we sleep. Repeat.
Got it? Good!
The Cast
Me! Lady of Leisure (I quit my stinkin' job!)
DH! Gentleman of Banking (yeeeeah. We still need that one)
Sunday, October 2, 2005
Up and at 'em at the crap of dawn. That's how we do things in the Vettechick household. Ain't no sleepin' in, we've got a rat to see and wine to taste! We pack the car and take one last look around to make certain irons are off, Cheese Puffs are packed and the cat and dog know the house rules. This is the first time we've left them alone for a week and the kids and I have made a pact. I promise to bring them home a prize and they promise to refrain from pissing on my comforter. It's win-win, really.
I think we've got it all. TTFN, stinkers, see ya on the flip side!
The drive to see the other man in my life is easy-peasy and we pit-stop in Gainesville around lunchtime. We have a couple places to hit -- Best Buy topping my list. Vettechick needs a new digital-camera memory card as her factory one gets exactly 9 high-quality pictures. Nine!
We pull into the parking lot and find a great spot in the front. Boy it feels good to move around and stretch the ol' appendages. But screw that, I'm ready to stretch my credit limit! Hmmm, I wonder how much I can spend?
Step right up, folks! Now appearing in the main tent, Lester the Great, who will be turning overextended credit cards into colorful confetti. Watch in awe as he reduces a bright-eyed girl to tears and brings her to the brink of humiliation and dispair right! before! your! eyes!
{Shudder}
So I'm halfway to the entrance and I realize I'm alone. What the hell? Our vacation is only 4 hours old, we're not even in Disney yet, and already I'm waiting. I turn to see Kory still standing by the car getting something out of the trunk. He then walks back to the driver's side.
And then his shirt comes off.
"Baby, what are you doing? We have to hurry before the carnival barker arrives!"
I scamper back curiously and oh damn. My husband of 10 months is half naked by the car, changing clothes. Not in the car, but by the car. In our perfect little parking spot by the front.
"You can't do this in the car? Wait! Slow down. I need to document this. It's soooo going in the report."
If only I had been quicker, you would have seen the real Kory.
Sorry I couldn't do better than that for you, ladies. It is good times. Rereah!
So we do a little shopping and pick Kory up a Ray Charles CD and me a new memory card. They were actually on sale for $25, so I'm super excited to have saved about $30.
That'll buy us at least two drinks at Disney. Next stop is Zaxby's where we indulge in the best chicken fingers on the planet.
Really, you must go.
Afterwards we hit Publix where we get some beer, bagels and bread. How's that for alliteration?
Hop back in the car and turn south on the interstate.
Woohoo, I-75!
Woohoo, I ain't drivin'!
Woohoo, my first Disney sign!
Woohoo, the best Disney sign!
You know what that means? We're on property. Everyone let's do the I'm-on-property-dance!
We arrive at the BCV in good time and I leave Kory to deal with the valet and I go to the registration desk. A nice gal checks us in and ponders our room selection, none of which are ready to inhabit. As she prints out my materials, I check my watch and try to look pensive (the intelligent look is soooo in this Fall). We had arranged to meet my 'net friend Dennis and his wife at the ESPN Zone upon arrival, but now I'm thinking we should just wait the few extra minutes and meet them later on.
As I leave her, Kory arrives and we confer. Do you think? Well what about? Ok, Yes. Instead of going to the ESPN Zone, we agree to head out back and lollygag until our room is ready. So like any card-carrying member of the Binge Drinkers Lush Club - South GA Division, we make a beeline for Hurricane Hannah's to order a totty twosome.
"What'll you have today, miss? Miss?"
Wait, I'm being pensive here! I take pause and weigh my options. Not on what to order, but my game plan.
You see, I have a serious condition called DISMSD. DIS Meet Stress Disorder. Ya know you talk to someone online for a year and you think you know them. But do you really? Do you? Sure I'd seen pictures -- his wife, his son, the 40-page collage of his precious Hemi Dodge -- but what if he wasn't anything like he said? What if he was lame? Or dumb? Or he had boogies hanging out his nose? Or his yankee accent was too much to bear, like nails on a chalkboard? Or if they thought I was lame or boring?
Oh man, that's a good one. I crack myself up.
But if the meet turned into a big bust, what's my recourse then? Well it didn't take me long to figure it out. I decided that if things got bad at our meeting, I could just blame my hasty exit on severe public drunkiness. The resulting hangover would get me out of remembering the meet. Yes. Fail safe thinking on my part.
"Ok, two Shipwrecks, please. And he'll have a drink, too."
She makes nice, strong drinks, this lady. She gets the "Good Times" approval from me!
So as Kory sips his Margarita and I double-fist my Shipwrecks, I continue to show off my new Fall look and I realize my vacation has finally started and it's gonna be a good one.
ETA: Part 2, page 6
11.15: Part 3, page 12
11.22: Part 4, page 17
12.16: Part 5, page 22
1.12: Part 6, page 27
2.15: Part 7, page 32
(notice how I add a new installment every 5 pages?)
2.23: Part 8, page 33
(snuck that one up on ya, didn't I!)
This is an awesome start to your trip report! 
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