Staycation

I had this week off  but since I am city poor, as I've stated before, and my cash flow did not permit me to take some lavish vacation, I instead got a staycation.  The benefits of staying in state are numerous: easier to get around, cheaper, you can do more things in less time...but all of those things really mean nothing to me when instead of lounging on a beach in Bora Bora Kardashian style I am face to face with one of the many leather ladies on Nantasket beach.


Don't get me wrong, I love Hull.  I would move there in a heartbeat, carry around my visor, my beach chair, and my spray bottle of baby oil in no time flat.  Its just that I get a bit jealous when I see other peoples statuses in far off destinations.  Or, hearing about my newly married friend's honeymoon plans.  Where the fuck is my honeymoon? Oh that's right, I'm not allowed an amazing vacation because I'm not getting married and I don't have a doting hubby to go with.  Balls.


So instead I went to the beach, did stuff in the city, and relaxed.  I got to spend time with my family and who doesnt love free food at casa de parents?  The sucky thing is that I stopped drinking over a week ago.  GASP.  No worries, I'm not going sober, in fact I had a drink last night , which went straight to my head by the way, its just that I'm in 2 weddings in the next 2 months and I need to make sure my fat ass will fit into one of the dresses.  The other is too big but one is not really working so I've been dragging myself to the gym and decided that alcohol would  be an easy enough quick fix to diminish my caloric intake.


I don't smoke, I don't drink coffee, and now no booze? I'm like a Mormon but without the special, secret Jesus underwear.  I decided though that I can still have 2 drinks a week.  Typically, I have 2 glasses of wine 3 nights a week and then maybe a weekend night out every other week...I love me some wine but not at the expense of a fashion, bridal faux pas.  However, staycations are much improved by alcohol, I've found.

Plus it doesn't help that when I lay down at night I have this lovely Tanqueray billboard staring down at me.

Sitting down with my mum wathcing House Hunters marathons would be even better by having a glass of Shiraz, but alas it is not to be.  Come October 9th, when my wedding season is done, I'll be back on the wine train.  The extra exercising might stick though.  As much as I might piss and moan about going the dirty little secret is that I actually love working out or jogging or just being active.  Gross.  It's the getting there that is the bitch.  I even went on a few yogs while staying at my parents but my poor puppy dog is too infirmed to come with me these days.  I wish I had a wing dog...like a wing man but really your pet who can help you pick up like minded people...other dog lovers.  I will look into this...future staycation, Massachusetts dog parks.


I think next time I'll take my vacation north, somewhere exotic, like Gloucester.  Hopefully by then I'll be back on team boozebag and living it up.