I know…I know…it’s been too long. Between work and writing The Novel, I just haven’t had time to blog. I’m sorry but right at this moment, I’m listening to Prince’s “Do Me Baby” and drinking a margarita, therefore, I will give the people what they want. I went on vacation this weekend, wanna hear about it? Here it go.
In honor of Shandy‘s amazing achievement, she’s the Boss Master now with her master’s degree, we all piled in her car and headed to Panama City Beach for a quick trip to a new land. The car ride started with a trip to WalMart for libations because what’s a ratchet road trip without liquor? Just a trip. We racked up on the following: Strawberry-ritas, Coronas, Jose Cuervo margarita mix (with the liquor already in it!!!!), Smirnoff’s Peach Bellinis, Malibu rum…and juice…in case we wanted mix some stuff, ya know? The ride to Panama City was beyond hilarious, as we listened to the Big Tymers Pandora station, and yelled “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!” every time a new song came on because the station is complete with all things southern and 90s/2000s. Can you deal? I don’t think you can.
We finally made it to the timeshare, a fabulous hook up thanks to Sherard (you da bomb!) and the place was beyond beautiful. It overlooked the beach and we couldn’t handle how amazing the view was. We couldn’t wait any longer and got our lives and strawberry-ritas together and headed to the beach. We lounged on the beach reading (I’m embarrassed to say I was reading 50 Shades of Grey- don’t you dare judge me. Trashy fiction is good inspiration!), listening to music, laughing and tanning. In fact, my bestie Whit got her a nice lil tan!! Go Whit!!
After the beach, we headed back up stairs and I sipped on two Coronas (my new favorite summer libation) while the rest of the girls guzzled down the bellinis. Then things got crazy.
Here’s a fun fact about Angie: When I get hungry, I don’t go all b**** mode. I go all loquacious and can’t stop laughing mode. It’s bad. I once rambled on about E. Badu’s Orange Moon and how deep that shit is at 1 a.m. before devouring the best meal IHOP could ever provide for this low blood sugah gal. Last night was no different. I needed food and needed it NOW. So we hopped in the car and headed to Five Guys, a burger joint I’ve never tried but heard great things about. And baby when I tell you, Five Guys still doesn’t owe me a thing!!! I ordered the “Little Bacon Cheeseburger” and let’s just say, I can’t imagine what the regular burger looks like because my burger was huge! Aside from the size, the burger was perfect. Topped with BBQ sauce and crispy bacon and fresh tomatoes, the burger damn near melted in my mouth and I saw fireworks during the first bite. Between bites of the bad ass burger and swigs of my Corona, I was in heaven. That’s what a vacation is supposed to be. Care-free living at it’s best.
I cannot wait for Five Guys to open up in NOLA soon! I’ll be there ALL.THE.TIME. (Lord, give me the strength to stay away!)
Enjoy pics from my vacation! Happy Summer y’all!