We recently traveled to Los Angeles, CA. for my barrelassin’ daughter’s seventeenth birthday. That’s a long way from Tennessee, especially when two out of five people in your group leave behind anything resembling a bathing suit for beach day. We make a fantastic mother daughter duo!
Naturally, we had to go shopping for swimsuits. Swimsuits that we could only use to sit in sand and take silly photos with because the water was a little too cold for our liking. It could have been worse, though. We could have had to purchase a blanket on the pier because we left our beach towels behind as well, along with our favorite sunhats. Oh, wait, We did that, too!
Did we have enough sense to buy a beach umbrella to lay under and relax while we gazed at the ocean? Of course we did! We spent twenty five beach minutes picking out that twenty five dollar umbrella. We opened that thing up like we knew exactly what we were doing and stuck it in the sand.That was mere seconds before a large gust of wind came along and sent me running to catch it as it turned itself inside out and nearly pulled me off the ground. This was not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to go parasailing, but whatever works I guess. That was officially the only use we got out of the umbrella before we packed it neatly back into its packaging. We bought two sunhats to go with our beach blanket and umbrella and couldn’t use those either for more than two minutes. Those blew off of our heads every single time we put them on. Whatever, that’s plenty of time to take a few pictures.
|Santa Monica Beach and Pier with Barrelassin’ Momma!|
During this trip, I found myself in need of a very specific bra to wear with a specific dress, so I bought it. Unfortunately, during the purchasing process. the sales associate had to go price check another item and in turn, I bought the bra with the deactivated theft proof plastic thing a ma jiggy still on it and spent days trying to pry it off to no avail. I tried every MacGyver trick that I could think of and I had simply had enough. I was wearing that dress come hell or high water, so I pranced myself right down to guest services at our hotel and requested maintenance and tools to settle this problem once and for all. And by “settle this problem” I mean that maintenance accompanied me back to our room where we all stood around slightly embarrassed watching a maintenance man remove that thing a ma jiggy, setting the imprisoned bra free from it’s tiny handcuffs. I’ve called maintenance a lot of times over the years but, that’s definitely the first time I’ve ever had to call them to come and fix my bra.
|And I wore that dress with that bra like nobody’s business!|
If you think it can’t get any worse… hang in there. I flew from California to Atlanta and went swiftly into another hotel room to rest my weary head a bit before the drive home the next morning, only to wake the next morning with missing luggage. I was baffled. All five of us recalled it coming off the hotel shuttle and even off the elevator. So where was it? Luggage thieves in the night? Not likely. A quick call to the front desk and they got right on it. They soon called me back to let me know I had left my luggage outside of my room in the hallway all night long and security had rescued it and it was currently residing downstairs in luggage prison.