It’s that time of year again. It’s this weekend every year when we make the annual trek to Lexington, Kentucky for the Rolex Kentucky Three-Day Event.
Anything that helps me get to writing is a good thing.
As is clearly obvious to any reader of this blog (and this assumes that there are any readers of this blog left), I am very, very, very, very poor at writing for this blog on any kind of a frequent nature.
It all started typically enough: a storm was coming. The forecasters saw it off in the distance. They prognosticated about it. They fretted about it. They warned us about it.
I’m one of those crazy people who believes that birthdays should be celebrated with great pomp and circumstance. As far as I’m concerned, the whole being born thing is no small feat and as such, anniversaries of that event should be special. I’ve met many ill-informed people who say such things as, “It’s just another birthday.” Those people are wrong. It’s an event, and an important one.
“What time did you set the alarm for?” She groaned incredulously. “3:00 AM! Just like last time,” I replied with firmness, staring her down. I decided to sleep with one eye open.
According to Google and Magellan’s RoadMate app on my iPhone, Destin sat about five and a half hours from Amelia Island. And we all know what happened last time I listened to those to “trusty” sources, don’t we? Instead of taking ten hours to get to Amelia Island, it took more than twelve hours. We blew the entire first day of our once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon trip driving.
That wouldn’t be happening a second time.
Alright, let’s get the ten ton gorilla out of the room.
I know that I promised you all a symbiotic “ride along,” so-to-speak, on our recent honeymoon by blogging along the way. I had every intention of blogging every day. Then I decided that would take up too much time and thought that I would post just twice, covering the first three days and the last three days.
But then, my wife put on this really cute red bikini and invited me to the beach. So here I am in paradise with my absolutely beautiful bride who really, really knows how to wear a cute red bikini and, well, suffice it to say that I decided not to blog. If the invitation to the beach wasn’t enough to dissuade me (and, gosh…it was), we had perfect weather (both in and out of the water), inviting ocean breezes, white sandy beaches, great restaurants, tourist traps all around us and really cool Civil War sites to explore.
So tell me: what would you have done? Uh huh. That’s what I thought.
So here we are in Fernandina, Florida!
Our journey from Nashville was not without its moments of fun, coupled with long stretches of extreme annoyance on my part and thus agitation for my decidedly better half.