how to go on vacation

Should you ever decide to put Real Life on hold for a bit and head to San Antonio for a night, allow me to help you plan a bit:

Ask your bff to join you.  Have her con her husband into managing their twins through a cantata rehearsal, Sunday church, and yet another rehearsal.  

The night before, drive down to bffs house in grandfather’s 1992 Buick, which has been overhauled for your hour-long trip by your master mechanic father who tends to distrust any trip that means leaving the county.

Stop at Sonic on the way.  Because.

Walk into your friend’s house as if you haven’t been gone for a year, look at the Christmas tree ‘ohn-na-ments’, and take a tour of the Little People nativity all courtesy of the 2 year-old twins.  Head to Frank and Angie’s for dinner. 

Re-ead Are You There God?  It’s Me Margaret. until midnight because you found it on the bookshelf in the guest room.  Wake up to live cello practice and dancing twins downstairs.  Willingly eat cold pizza for breakfast.  Take a shower without a 3 year-old, put on cute tights and denim maternity dress.  Pack the car, borrow a sassy red jacket, and hit the highway as the co-pilot.

Stop at Jamba Juice on the way.  Because. 

About 15 minutes into your trip, request a pregnancy bathroom break.

About 25 minutes into your trip, request another break… but do not ask for it.  Throw up.  Heck, throw up four times.  Be sure to miss your purse but hit the red (wool) jacket.  Hit everything below knee-level.  Calmly look at your bff and say, “I am so sorry.” but do not cry.  Do not cry because she has done the same to you one sickly weekend… except she kindly made it out of the car.  Do not cry because you are pregnant.  Do not cry because you feel so. much. better.

Pull over at a Texaco.  Wash down the interior of the car while your bff tackles the floor mat with the water hose.  Silently sing praises to the Lord above for a friend that will tackle the floor mat without hesitation.  Buy air freshener, gum, and a vitamin drink.  Change your clothing in the parking lot with absolutely no apologies to the people passing on I-35. 


Find your hotel, park in its free parking, throw your tights in the sink, and walk to Houston Street with 10 minutes to spare.

Spend a stupid amount of money on a facials, deep-conditioning treatments, authentic mexican food, and fudge.

Walk back to your hotel with fresh skin, shiny hair, full bellies, and a bag of leftovers.  Claim a double-bed, and climb in.

It should now be 4:30pm. I SAID FOUR-THIRTY.

Pick an in-room movie.  Watch.  Love.  Decide to move to Sitka.

It should now be 7pm.

Change into your pjs, break out the fudge, and watch Myth Busters and the Texas vs. Nebraska game until 11pm.  Fall asleep. 

Wake up at 9am.  Eat an amazing (and free) continental breakfast.  Skip Jamba Juice and pizza.  Check out.

Hit a secret thrift location and buy your 3 year-old’s Spring wardrobe.  Eat lunch at Freebird’s.  Happily reminisce about college days, first impressions, marriage, dancing, and burritos.

Return to the Buick, re-pack, divide up remaining fudge stash, hide red wool coat in back seat to be dry-cleaned at home, and hit the road.  Find your daughter hiding loudly under a blanket on the couch with both grandparents.


It was maybe the best weekend of my life.


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15 responses to “how to go on vacation

  • Miss Laura

    OH. The vomit. Oh vomit. Glad you felt better. Me, I barfed on the out-west road trip with my bff AFTER the Mexican food…you’re far luckier.

    It is hard for me to read that you just chucked those tights and walked out the door, because DON’TYOUKNOWHOWCOLDITIS? But oh yeah, you’re somewhere other than here 🙂

  • annie

    I love catching up on your life since i’ve missed so many posts i you have been writing some awesome subjects, like taking rylie to a bar. sounds like fun.
    i’m so glad you gave yourself this trip, it sounds like so much fun and much needed.
    the facials and fudge especially.

  • Heather

    Sounds, blissful! Minus the puke! I’m glad you are having a wonderful time. You must take me to Texas sometime, since I have never been and always wanted to go. 🙂

  • kelly buist

    oh feebird’s…………… lucky.

  • Julie

    Sorry about the throwing up, but it sure did make for a good blog post. very entertaining. I am glad you had such a good weekend and got to relax before the baby comes along!

  • Amy L

    Well deserved break and comical all together. I hope your time with your parents is just the *warm* break you need.

  • Carley

    Oh my word! That was so fun to read! Thanks for sharing! The puke part does not sound like a good time, but the rest sounds awesome! Glad you’re having fun!

  • Zoe Speer

    Sounds lovely–except the throw up!

  • Lisa

    I’m in!!!! Because, darn if you don’t even make cleaning up vomit off the floor mats sound nostalgic and fun. 🙂


  • Rachel

    Good for you- glad you were able to get away for a little while! How fun- sorry you had to get sick, but it seems like you made the best of it.

  • Jin

    Glad u had “fun”. Not sure about that. Went within 5 miles of ur house in route to cottage this morning lots of snow. Our lake is keeping our place warm -5 degrees windchil tonigh. See what ur missing.

  • beckyswann

    You can ALWAYS share stories about puking while pregnant with me:) I’m glad you have a good bff to do all this with sounds great! all of it, well most of it!

  • Heather E.

    oh… this just leaves me wondering… who could I throw up on? Perhaps my newest judge of true friendship? Who would throw up on me and still be able to have a lovely time the rest of the trip?

  • Margie

    I’ve been reading, but not commenting, and for this I apologize. I am so sorry you were sick. But am so glad you had a marvelous time anyway. What a GREAT friend you have in one who allows you to puke and not puke herself. I haven’t thought of “Are You There God?” since I read the book myself in sixth grade. It was passed around the class. And highlighted.

  • stephanie

    wish i could have been there with y’all. next year, let’s plan it!!! although, you an i did have a TOTALLY unforgettable weekend in San Diego. all thanks to you! i will never forget it.

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