I hope everyone had a lovely, long Christmas weekend. The Home Sweet Sarah gang got exactly what they wanted: A very uneventful holiday filled with lots of food and Christmas movies and lounging around in Christmas PJs.
The real festivities took place last week (or maybe it was two weeks ago? Who can keep track!), when we went to Mexico for a couple days. It was an incredibly fun trip with some of Chris’s extended family and tequila.
Oh, the tequila. Let’s discuss the tequila for a minute, shall we? What is it about Mexico that makes it possible for people to drink copious amounts of tequila without getting even the slightest bit hungover? Is it the air? The water? Whatever it is, I’ve found that upon returning to the States, the ability to take shots of tequila completely disappears. [Which really, when you think about it, is a good thing. I mean, we can’t just go around taking shots of tequila any old random Monday at 7:30 AM, can we? Or can we?] Anyway, it was so bad that when we stopped in for dinner at a local restaurant the night we got back, I couldn’t even LOOK at the bottle of Patron on the flier advertising Taco Tuesday without feeling sick. And then there was the dream I had last night – a dream which is still haunting me right now – wherein I guzzled cheap tequila from one of those clear, plastic, half gallon jugs. And now, I’m going to stop talking about tequila, because I’m starting to get the shakes.
So, Mexico was great, OBVIOUSLY, and other than what I did in the paragraph above, most of my time was spent lounging poolside, reading books, flipping over, reading magazines, sitting in the sun, and reading more books.
Chris did the boy version of this, which included fishing, fishing off a boat, fishing off a dock, fishing, and fishing off the beach. That last one wasn’t a test to make sure you were paying attention; the guys REALLY DID fish off the beach, something that I didn’t even know was possible. But it was, because there they were, in the pitch-black of night, lined up along the water’s edge, the guys spaced about 20 yards away from each other. And they actually caught fish! I think…I was too busy doing that thing we’re no longer discussing.
When we returned to the States, it hit me all of a sudden that, Hello! It’s two days till Christmas! What a great little surprise, huh? Here I am, one minute basking in the sun, building a pretty good base-tan, and the next minute it’s cold, and sort of gloomy outside, but it’s CHRISTMAS! That is how life should be all the time, I’ve decided: A tropical vacation followed immediately by Christmas. Now, who do I talk to about that?