We've been planning on heading to the coast on our weekends off this month since Josh doesn't have a lot of gigs. He loves to fish and I love to just lay there and relax. So we got up Sunday morning and Josh said "let's go." It was 9am. We figured we could get outta the house by noonish and be on the beach at 3. HA! We did end up leaving at noon, but we had to make a couple stops on the way.
Stop 1 - Wal-Mart. This should have been relatively easy. Josh needed a new tackle box, some stakes for the tent, and was also going to look for a shovel in case we got stuck and some doggie sedatives for our car anxiety queen Daphne. After what seems like 30 minutes, Josh emerges from Wal-Mart and I ask him if he looked for a shovel. He said no and turns around and heads back in to Wal-Mart. Then after about another 5-10 minutes he emerges again with shovel in hand but apparently had just gotten my text that said "did you get your tackle box?" and he drops the shovel off and heads BACK into Wal-Mart a THIRD time. So now that it's 1:00, we are finally on our way to San Antonio.
Stop 2 - The bank. Josh needs to cash his check from the gig Saturday night and we kinda need the money for gas so I suggest stopping at my bank because we can just deposit the check in the ATM and get the cash out for the band on the way back tomorrow. After 6 attempts, we fail to get the ATM to accept the check. So we give up and decide to get lunch.
Stop 3 - Subway. We decide to eat fresh and not get Burger King or Whataburger. I walk inside to get our lunch ... six people waiting in line. 1 Subway Sandwich Artist. OY. So by 2:00 now, we are finally heading down I-37 to Corpus.
The doggie sedatives finally start to work, or Daphne finally figures out whining isn't going to get her out of this and she snoozes off like a little princess. THANK GOODNESS!
|Doesn't that look fun??? All that seaweed and it's cloudy and windy so he's gotta wear a jacket!|