I guess the days of taking a whole week off to travel to another American city to visit bars and restaurants have been left in the dust of my prior life.
This year, my vacation consisted of traveling to Arkansas to visit my family, and then on the way home, stop at a KOA Campground for some good, old-fashioned, cabin-camping. We had a great time. The 8-hour drive was nice; no screaming baby. She was actually very well behaved. I sat in the back with her for a few hours and we played and danced as she dozed off. She did have a major diaper blowout, though. We had to stop in Lufkin to buy something to cover the car seat up where her poop and pee seeped through her clothes and onto the lining of the car seat. Yep, it was that bad. Her little outfit is a goner now...still stained after two washes. We arrived in Little Rock while it was still light outside! A departure from our two previous visits, when we arrived close to midnight each time. It was good to get into town while you're not dead tired from night driving. Since we were also there during Max's birthday, my dad and step-mom decided that he would get to choose where and what we ate all weekend. We went to a pretty good, given the fact that we were no longer in Texas, Mexican food restaurant. Service pretty much sucked, but it was Friday night rush. I rode with my little (step) sister, who isn't so little anymore. She got a new Ford Mustang for her 16th birthday! She didn't scare me too much while driving the short distance to the restaurant.
It was a good visit for all. Max, of course, cooked for them and they loved it. I forgot what he made since I typically don't eat it. I think it was some pork stew-madness. I just know it had big chunks of pork, with the bone still in, and I just don't do bones in my meat, and I don't do stew. I actually made a cheesecake and it turned out so good! It wasn't too rich or heavy, it was just right. I did good! My first attempt at a cheesecake turned out perfect. Well, the crust could have used some help, but that's whatevs. It's the crust...nobody eats that! Max helped Rachael and Kala make some awesome cupcakes (I will post the pics later on today), and they had lots of fun. My dad had a blast running around with Lola and taking tons of pictures.
So, once we arrived at the cabin in Hot Springs, with a sick baby and after driving around Hot Springs for about an hour, I realized that I was on vacation and I hadn't had one drop of alcohol! Well, I had a margarita with dinner one night, but that's it. It was weird. I just began to recall the days when that's what my vacations were made up of and planned around. Bars, bars and more bars. I've reached a point to where I don't miss going on a bender and feeling like crap the next day, but I can admit that I miss the happy hours and hanging out with my friends. So...I went back into town to the nearest gas station and bought a 6-pack of Smirnoff Ice. Hadn't drank that stuff in ages, but it was all they had. Got back to the cabin, Lola was napping, snapped open an "ice", and sat on the front porch swing with Max. Halfway through the bottle I was ready for a nap myself. I only drank one beer and it was done. Gone are those days. Now it's all about family vacations to "family-friendly" locales. I have no problem with that at all. I love Disney, kids are free most places until at least age 12, and I am happy that we will be able to take our little girl around with us. I am excited to be able to help her experience the world...one vacation at a time.
