The Christmas season is finally in full swing, and I’m so excited! I’m really on my game this year. I have over half my shopping done, and it’s only the first day of December. I even have the rest already figured out; it’s just a matter of getting it all together. Three weeks from today is the start of our Holiday Escape Plan! After our mini road trip to St. Augustine this past weekend, I’m psyched about embarking on a real road trip, even if this one will be MUCH longer and undoubtedly much more boring (ever drive north up I-95?)
Speaking of St. Augustine, for your entertainment, I’d now like to bring you a scene from our charming weekend excursion:
We’re about to leave the city for the night, when my boyfriend pulls over in front of a row of port-a-johns, which for some odd reason are leaning against the fence of one of the most ancient cemeteries I’ve ever seen (Just think of the irony–you in your rectangular, enclosed and smelly tomb, and them in theirs). He leaves the car running and hands me the remnants of a giant candy cane he was working on.
“Here, hold this for a minute,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”
“Ok, but I’m getting out to take pictures of the cemetery,” I say mostly to myself, worming my way out of the car and over to the fence. I gaze into the shadowy depths, taking a few pics with my iPhone, but without much luck. I especially check out one large headstone in particular, where I heard a face will appear if you stare at it long enough. Then someone came up behind me. I knew it was my boyfriend, but it startled me nonetheless.
“Aaah!” I exclaimed.
He laughs. “Where are the keys?” he asked.
“I left them in the car.” I point.
“No, I gave them to you when I got out.”
“No, you gave me your candy cane.” We go back and forth like this for a minute. I show him the candy cane. He wonders where the keys are. He looks over and eventually realizes the car is still running. Now it all makes sense.
Funny thing was, I was the one who was sort of drunk at this point. Otherwise I probably would’ve been to chicken to go up to the cemetery gates in the first place. We laughed all the way out of the city, him finishing his candy cane and me scrutinizing my pictures for possible apparitions. I can’t wait to go back.
