Last year, a bunch of us in my circle of friends turned 30. In celebration, our men planned us a nice little trip to Biloxi, Mississippi. Bread may have had a lot to do with this; this is where, nine years ago, we decided that we did not, in fact, dislike each other and began dating. You see, we started out not really being big fans of each other. Obviously, that has changed. Ah, the memories!
I love the South. I feel like I was supposed to be a Southerner. What's not to love? There is charm, the warmer weather, the deep fried, spicy foods, casinos, the music, the old homes, a place where chivalry is not dead, culture and so much history…
This was our first trip together as parents. The other two couples we traveled with were both (and still are) childless. It was nice to get away and revisit the people we were prior to becoming real, honest to goodness adults with a child. Apparently, the person I was prior to that was a drunk. Because I believe I spent at least two or three days of this trip intoxicated.
I've never been much of a drinker; I don't just sit on my couch and enjoy a glass of wine. In fact, I never enjoy a glass of wine because I just plain do not like it. A classy broad I am not. I enjoy beer, the darker the better. I also enjoy mixed drinks that don't actually taste like alcohol. Such drinks as margaritas or, if you're in the south, hurricanes. Usually, if I drink, I'm probably going to get drunk. My name is Jessie Domestic and I am a binge drinker. Amen. Er, whatever.
Biloxi is about an hour and a half (if I recall correctly) from New Orleans. If you've never been, by all means GO. I love it there so much. I want a house in the Garden District. I want to eat beignets at Cafe Du Monde while listening to jazz. I just love the city and the culture. It's definitely one of my favorite places.
Our group spent some time in New Orleans. We had a lovely steak dinner and hit Rue Bourbon. And, what does one do when in the Big Easy? Easily get drunk, from hurricanes, at Lafitte's. I think everyone in our group would agree that they had the best hurricanes there. And we did sample a plethora of hurricanes that week.
Again, keep in mind this is my first vacation sans the child. I was with friends. We were celebrating on Bourbon Street. The drinks were flowing. At some point, I kind of forgot some things. Bread has enjoyed reminding of these things for the past year. He has especially enjoyed reminding me that I did, indeed, run up and down Bourbon Street, taping people on the shoulder, throwing my arms in the air and yelling, "Woo, I'm some body's mother!" Were you there? Have we met before? Yes, that was me. I also sat on the Styrofoam cooler and broke it. I was the asshole who broke the cooler. But, I had a great time! Even if I didn't realize what a great time I had until Bread reminded me. The next day, I did not feel so great. Consuming mass quantities of alcohol will do that to you. Hey, at least I wasn't pushing my baby around in a stroller while I was getting wasted. We saw someone doing that. And, it was cold! But, I'm not judging.
What a great trip we had! We returned home (obviously). Bread went back to work and I resumed my duties as Domestic Diva. We missed our little Bird but it sure was great to revisit the part of ourselves with not so much responsibility.
It has been a year since we took that trip so I've been feeling some nostalgia lately. It was definitely a good time. You know what is also a good time? Having your child throw up all over you! This happened a little over two weeks ago. It was my first time. Obviously, when she was a baby, she spit up. I’m not talking about this. I’m going to be graphic-there were chunks. I started to gag. I'm sure if you're a mother, you've been there. If not yet, soon. Let me tell you, it was all I could do not to join her in the puke fest. It was disgusting. But, I had a little pep talk with myself. I repeated, "I'm some body's mother," over and over. A practical usage! It's not just for declaration on Bourbon Street. It has much, much more useful of an application. Thank God. "Woo, I'm some body's mother!"
I love the South. I feel like I was supposed to be a Southerner. What's not to love? There is charm, the warmer weather, the deep fried, spicy foods, casinos, the music, the old homes, a place where chivalry is not dead, culture and so much history…
This was our first trip together as parents. The other two couples we traveled with were both (and still are) childless. It was nice to get away and revisit the people we were prior to becoming real, honest to goodness adults with a child. Apparently, the person I was prior to that was a drunk. Because I believe I spent at least two or three days of this trip intoxicated.
I've never been much of a drinker; I don't just sit on my couch and enjoy a glass of wine. In fact, I never enjoy a glass of wine because I just plain do not like it. A classy broad I am not. I enjoy beer, the darker the better. I also enjoy mixed drinks that don't actually taste like alcohol. Such drinks as margaritas or, if you're in the south, hurricanes. Usually, if I drink, I'm probably going to get drunk. My name is Jessie Domestic and I am a binge drinker. Amen. Er, whatever.
Biloxi is about an hour and a half (if I recall correctly) from New Orleans. If you've never been, by all means GO. I love it there so much. I want a house in the Garden District. I want to eat beignets at Cafe Du Monde while listening to jazz. I just love the city and the culture. It's definitely one of my favorite places.
Our group spent some time in New Orleans. We had a lovely steak dinner and hit Rue Bourbon. And, what does one do when in the Big Easy? Easily get drunk, from hurricanes, at Lafitte's. I think everyone in our group would agree that they had the best hurricanes there. And we did sample a plethora of hurricanes that week.
Again, keep in mind this is my first vacation sans the child. I was with friends. We were celebrating on Bourbon Street. The drinks were flowing. At some point, I kind of forgot some things. Bread has enjoyed reminding of these things for the past year. He has especially enjoyed reminding me that I did, indeed, run up and down Bourbon Street, taping people on the shoulder, throwing my arms in the air and yelling, "Woo, I'm some body's mother!" Were you there? Have we met before? Yes, that was me. I also sat on the Styrofoam cooler and broke it. I was the asshole who broke the cooler. But, I had a great time! Even if I didn't realize what a great time I had until Bread reminded me. The next day, I did not feel so great. Consuming mass quantities of alcohol will do that to you. Hey, at least I wasn't pushing my baby around in a stroller while I was getting wasted. We saw someone doing that. And, it was cold! But, I'm not judging.
What a great trip we had! We returned home (obviously). Bread went back to work and I resumed my duties as Domestic Diva. We missed our little Bird but it sure was great to revisit the part of ourselves with not so much responsibility.
It has been a year since we took that trip so I've been feeling some nostalgia lately. It was definitely a good time. You know what is also a good time? Having your child throw up all over you! This happened a little over two weeks ago. It was my first time. Obviously, when she was a baby, she spit up. I’m not talking about this. I’m going to be graphic-there were chunks. I started to gag. I'm sure if you're a mother, you've been there. If not yet, soon. Let me tell you, it was all I could do not to join her in the puke fest. It was disgusting. But, I had a little pep talk with myself. I repeated, "I'm some body's mother," over and over. A practical usage! It's not just for declaration on Bourbon Street. It has much, much more useful of an application. Thank God. "Woo, I'm some body's mother!"
My co-worker is in Naw'lins this weekend to surprise her boyfriend for his 30th, which was totally making me reminisce too. That was such an awesome time! I heart the big easy.
ReplyDeleteomg this is hilarious!!! i havent gotten any puke on me YET! :D
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