A Nerd Like Me

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The weekend I almost died.

A couple of weekends ago, I went to the big city of Gautier, Mississippi to visit with one of my closest friends, Noelle.  We had such a great time!  That night we went out to dinner, enjoyed a few beers, and then decided to take some pictures on some train tracks.  Maybe not the smartest idea, but definitely a fun one!  After that, we were in quite the picture taking mood, so she drove me to a spot on the water and this is what we found:

It was the most beautiful sunset.  Ever.  We couldn’t stop taking pictures.  Later that night, we went swimming, has a mini Glee marathon, and slept in the same bed like a true sleepover.  We giggled.  We ate too much.  We had a blast.

The next day, we decided to make an impromptu trip to New Orleans for a fun lunch and some vintage shopping.  As soon as we got off the interstate, I saw this Banksy street art and had to stop.  I mean, I didn’t care that it was the ghetto.  This was important.  The Hubs was proud.  Then I found a blue power ranger looking guy on the side of a building too.  Don’t think that was Banksy…

We shopped at two places: Funky Monkey and Buffalo Exchange.  I found a few really great things.  At Funky Monkey, I grabbed a pair of pre-owned, totally soft and broken in black skinnies.  They fit perfectly.  And for only $10, well worth the drive.  I would have been happy with just that purchase.  At the BE, I found a floral blouse, a gray tee, and a “casual jacket” for The Hubs.  I almost got him a plaid Dolce & Gabbana (spelling?) shirt, which was $32.  I kinda wish I had now.  I don’t particularly care for name brands, but something about seeing The Hubs in a D&G shirt would crack me up.  Seriously.

But we had a little complication right before our shopping spree.  See, we parked and started walking.  Then we saw a restaurant we wanted to eat at, so we started to cross the street.  It was clear, but apparently the guy driving up, who was still a few cars down, wasn’t happy with us interfering with his day.  So he revved up and almost hit us.  It was close.  Only a moment later, he hit an SUV, then tried to turn on a side street to get away, almost hit a man on a bike, then hit an oncoming car, then ran up onto the patio where we were about to eat.  Um…CRAZY!  The guy got out and started screaming obscenities.  I couldn’t help but feel that if he saw us, he might chase us down or something.  So I dragged Noelle to the next restaurant over, Nacho Mama’s, and we hid out in the back, drinking margaritas and shaking from our near death experience.  Good times!  Here’s a picture of the aftermath:

What did you do last weekend?

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