May 29, 2017
I'm ecstatic to be home.
Also I'm ecstatic that I spelled ecstatic correctly on the first try. [shove it, Autocorrect!]
For those not in the know, Wiff and I were on the road for a month. Actually, that's an exaggerhayshun [come back, Autocorrect!]. We spent a week driving to lovely Phoenix, AZ, enjoyed two weeks there, and then hoofed it back home to New York over the following week.
Here's the itinerary [<-- yay! you're back, Autocorrect!]:
- New York, NY
- Roanoke, VA
- Nashville, TN
- Dallas, TX
- El Paso, TX
- Phoenix, AZ
- El Paso, TX
- San Antonio, TX
- Hattiesburg, MS
- Knoxville, TN
- New York, NY
By the numbers
- 5,495 miles. Although the Avis guy told me "600 miles" when I asked him total mileage. 😐
- 81 hours in a Volkswagen Beetle [we ride in style]
- 4 Outback Steakhouses: Roanoke, Dallas, Hattiesburg, Knoxville. "Only 4?" you ask? Yes. Most of the time there's an Outback Steakhouse in the parking lot or otherwise visible from our La Quinta window, but sometimes we branch out.
I love Memorial Day.
I love any holiday that extends the weekend by another whole day. It's like getting 50% more weekend for free!
Well...not exactly. Someone paid my fee with their life in service of the great US of A. And for that, I'm thankful.
I don't know about you, but I didn't know that Memorial Day is a celebration for the fallen soldiers. I thought it was for ALL service people. That would be Veterans Day [no apostrophe!] and, not to confuse you further [I'm flummoxed] "veterans" doesn't just mean "those who formerly served", "it means all who have served and are currently serving". Between the two "holidays" everyone's honored. You could argue that those yet-to-serve aren't honored. But that would be a stupid argument.
Memorial Day means the start to the unofficial summer season. It means getting BBQ stains on white pants, drinking on your friends' boats, and, if you're a man, Grilling.
I don't have a grill [#notaman]. But, if I did and I needed inspiration on something to grill today, I'd hit up ChefSteps. All their recipes are amazing. Check out their grilling guides in their Joule app.
Have a safe Memorial Day Weekend
A cashier at the grocery store told me to have a safe Memorial Day weekend. Safe? What does he know about my weekend that I don't?
Say I did get myself into a bit of a pickle [wink], what are the chances I'm going to say, mid-pickle, "Hold the phones, I juuuust remembered that cashier guy told me to have a safe holiday weekend. Let's pump the brakes." That actually seems like a pretty good way to get out of a pickle.
Whatever briny situations you find yourself in this weekend, just remember your old buddy Anthony asked you to be safe.
I'm into frozen margaritas now.
I know what you're thinking...
"Anthony, how can a devilishly good looking cocktail purist [assbag] like yourself possibly like a frozen, blended beverage?" To which I'd say: "Nice use of brackets to denote the sotto voce insult." And then I'd say "YOU try spending a 4 days in a row in 108˚F weather."
How else was I supposed to cool off? Shade was out of the question and I'm not getting out of the pool except to refill drinks.