Anywhere but here.........................
In the hot tub at Estero Beach Resort that overlooks the pool,
that overlooks the ocean,
that overlooks the sunset.
With a Midori Sour in my hand and a flower in my hair and friends all around.
In Bunny's garden with her, picking sweet peas, and wearing my big floppy gardening hat.
Getting to the beach at 3AM to stake out a firepit on a busy weekend, and sitting to watch the sunrise while wrapped in old blankets, eating toast Brent made over the fire that tastes of soot and sand, and drinking coffee from a giant thermos passed around you and your friends.
Sitting in the best corner of my big red couch, with a pillow in my lap with my boyfriend's head on it, with a bowl of JR's amazing pasta in hand, watching a movie.
Crammed into a booth at Ciao Bella's with Mike and Jesse and Bethany and JR and Devin and Brent and Eric and Christy and Jefe, everyone eating off everyone else's plates.
Laying on a blanket at the lake with JR, drifting in and out of a catnap in the sun.
Eating toast and drinking tea in Bunny's kitchen, giving or recieving a pep-talk.
Soaking for two hours in my bathtub, with music on and finger foods on the bookself next the tub and a couple of celebrity gossip magazines. (Don't judge me.)
Sitting in an avocado tree, reading an exciting book.
On a roadtrip with 'Rez. With gallon sized coffee's in the cup holders, a wadded up map on the floor, 'Rez jabbing me in the side with her guitar everytime she plays the D chord, and the smell of grapefruit in the air for the past hundred miles because we decided to eat all the fruit so we wouldn't have to declare it at state lines. And of course, R and C in the backseat, with L(s) crawling around under the seats.
In the hot tub at Estero Beach Resort that overlooks the pool,
that overlooks the ocean,
that overlooks the sunset.
With a Midori Sour in my hand and a flower in my hair and friends all around.
In Bunny's garden with her, picking sweet peas, and wearing my big floppy gardening hat.
Getting to the beach at 3AM to stake out a firepit on a busy weekend, and sitting to watch the sunrise while wrapped in old blankets, eating toast Brent made over the fire that tastes of soot and sand, and drinking coffee from a giant thermos passed around you and your friends.
Sitting in the best corner of my big red couch, with a pillow in my lap with my boyfriend's head on it, with a bowl of JR's amazing pasta in hand, watching a movie.
Crammed into a booth at Ciao Bella's with Mike and Jesse and Bethany and JR and Devin and Brent and Eric and Christy and Jefe, everyone eating off everyone else's plates.
Laying on a blanket at the lake with JR, drifting in and out of a catnap in the sun.
Eating toast and drinking tea in Bunny's kitchen, giving or recieving a pep-talk.
Soaking for two hours in my bathtub, with music on and finger foods on the bookself next the tub and a couple of celebrity gossip magazines. (Don't judge me.)
Sitting in an avocado tree, reading an exciting book.
On a roadtrip with 'Rez. With gallon sized coffee's in the cup holders, a wadded up map on the floor, 'Rez jabbing me in the side with her guitar everytime she plays the D chord, and the smell of grapefruit in the air for the past hundred miles because we decided to eat all the fruit so we wouldn't have to declare it at state lines. And of course, R and C in the backseat, with L(s) crawling around under the seats.
6 Comments:
You must be one of the most talented comedic writers I have ever had the chance to read.
Whos 'Rez???
Only one of these involves booze, while at least two involve toast. WHERE ARE YOUR PRIORITIES, WOMAN?
Scoff!
"Who's Rez"?
"WHO'S REZ"!??!?
ME!!!!!
That is what I always thought...until this post.
Most of the things on the list I know VJ has done. Didn't know if the 'roadtrip' with you eating fruit and crossing state lines ever happened or if it is on the to-do list.
Well, that one is on the to-do list.
"Anywhere but here" is a game with no rules.
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