My last day in Florida featured breakfast at a drag show (I shit you not) which I didn’t get pictures of because I’m a weenie, and this:
It was beautiful and peaceful, and the site of the best kidnapping ever. We had a lovely time–and I never in a thousand years expected to end up at the beach when I went out there, much less the drag show I didn’t get pictures at. My kidnappers were frickin’ awesome. And the beach was actually right here:
YOu can’t see it, but it’s Cape Canaveral–we were at Canaveral National Beach. So, I got to see a lot of birds (seriously– that Eels song, “I like birds” isn’t set here for the hell of it– there were pelicans and egrets and osprey and all sorts of things I didn’t notice but my companions pointed out. So. Cool.) and I got to see the ocean which was gorgeous, and from a distance, I saw NASA.
But that was Sunday, and it was awesome, and I spent yesterday recovering.
And then dinner with my parents and the family and my crazy friend Wendy who is going to be watching Squish and picking up Zoomboy and Chicken from school while we’re at the graduation. Anyway…
*sniffle* It’s going to be a big day after a few of them. And my 6′ 4″ baby is now watching the last episode of his two favorite shows, just to get in the mood. And that is SOO like me I can’t hardly stand it. I’m so proud. And so befuddled. How did he get this big? This old? This awesome? Goddess–I’m so befuddled. Maybe it will sort itself out at the ceremony–but I imagine I might be sniffling too much to tell.