So I finally took a vacation. I hadn't done so in over three years and I'd never done so without having some definite travel arrangements made. Usually somewhere exciting or at least warm.
This year, I needed some time to relax. Some time to do some errands, read a little, and generally just chill.
I found out that this whole staycation idea is really for the birds.
I spent some time with Sir. I met his sister, niece and brother-in-law who were visiting from Texas. I apparently passed the "boob and hug" test with flying colors. I shopped with the sis and niece for shoes (what's not to love about that?) and we'd just sat and chatted. They're nice people and I'm glad I got to meet some of Sir's family. I wish I were prouder of mine (or at least liked them a little more) so that he could meet some of mine too. Maybe someday....
I spent the weekend with him just hanging and relaxing. I did do that at least. We watched several movies: Showgirls (I give it a C- and only because of the tits); Hedwig and the Angry Inch (I give that one a D- because I couldn't figure it out); and Torch Song Trilogy (always an A+ with me). We talked, slept, and generally just relaxed. I actually never thought that I was on vacation, I was more or less at Sir's for the weekend. That's becoming a habit that I'm not sure is a good thing. My weekends are singularly focused and that's scaring me a bit. If I'm to learn how to do this on my own...shouldn't I also learn how to BE alone?
Nothing became clearer this week than it has over the past few months. I'm still trying to figure things out.