OBX 2010, in bullet points
-- Spent a lot of the time sleeping or having quiet time. Was anxiety-ridden to depressed a lot of the time, and so I thought that was the most fair to my fellow vacationers. Nobody likes a debbie downer.
-- Did get a massage. Explained to J that his massages are better. My masseuse seemed rushed, even for a 50 minute session, and I much prefer J's slower, deeper kneading. Also, my masseuse busted an SBD somewhere in there, and let me tell you, the lavender aromatherapy DID NOT mask it. Other than that unfortunate little incident, though, the Sanderling was pretty nice.
-- Also had delish tapas. Oh my lord, my kingdom for a plate of perfectly pan-seared ahi tuna. Also had some cream of asparagus soup with jumbo lump crab that was delish. Cardamom-dusted nuts. Buttery scallops. Surprise birthday brownie, brought by the exec chef who said he brought it because he liked my red hair, which I'd done up in braids.
-- Swimming was a no-go due to hurricane breaks and bad riptides. Still, I laid out on the beach and that was good enough for me.
-- Bought: lavender massage oil, bamboo wind chime, sea salt chocolates, a gift for my mom, a new bathing suit (shopping for a bikini with natural DD's? HELL ON EARTH).
-- Two tokes, three glasses of wine, and Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Look, I have an avowed lifelong hatred of Woody Allen, but I got outvoted. Even so, I can say that it was a sexy movie, probably because Javier Bardem has chemistry with everything, including trees and possibly formica countertops. Also, rewatching Stargate has affirmed that I would hit a young James Spader like the angry fist of god. Unf.
-- Did get a massage. Explained to J that his massages are better. My masseuse seemed rushed, even for a 50 minute session, and I much prefer J's slower, deeper kneading. Also, my masseuse busted an SBD somewhere in there, and let me tell you, the lavender aromatherapy DID NOT mask it. Other than that unfortunate little incident, though, the Sanderling was pretty nice.
-- Also had delish tapas. Oh my lord, my kingdom for a plate of perfectly pan-seared ahi tuna. Also had some cream of asparagus soup with jumbo lump crab that was delish. Cardamom-dusted nuts. Buttery scallops. Surprise birthday brownie, brought by the exec chef who said he brought it because he liked my red hair, which I'd done up in braids.
-- Swimming was a no-go due to hurricane breaks and bad riptides. Still, I laid out on the beach and that was good enough for me.
-- Bought: lavender massage oil, bamboo wind chime, sea salt chocolates, a gift for my mom, a new bathing suit (shopping for a bikini with natural DD's? HELL ON EARTH).
-- Two tokes, three glasses of wine, and Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Look, I have an avowed lifelong hatred of Woody Allen, but I got outvoted. Even so, I can say that it was a sexy movie, probably because Javier Bardem has chemistry with everything, including trees and possibly formica countertops. Also, rewatching Stargate has affirmed that I would hit a young James Spader like the angry fist of god. Unf.