All good things must come to an end. Or so I’ve been told…
It’s official.
Spring Break is over. Or rather my “Adults Only Spring Break”, which I told you about here.
When I had this vision of my spring break being adults only, I’m thinking “Oh yeah, there’s gonna be some beer drinkin’ going on!” I mean, doesn’t Spring Break + No Kids=BEER?? Bring on the Blue Moon! The Shiner Bock! The Corona! The Sam Adams! The Witte! The WHATEVER!
I’m also thinking, “….and there’ll be some partyin’ going on….” We’re “this close” to the beach! We have a grill. A cooler. An umbrella. Beach chairs. Suntan lotion. Shades. Nice visual, huh?
I envisioned evening walks holding hands with my honey on The Strand, the historic downtown area in Galveston. There are restaurants, cafes, souvenir stores, nautical shops, boutiques, sports bars, a chocolate factory (yumm!), and even an old time soda fountain shop with a taffy pull in the back. There’s usually a live band playing somewhere, and you can get a henna tattoo on almost every corner. The trees have strings of lights in them, and you can take a carriage ride if you’d like. Yeah. And there’s a store that sells $2.00 beer on the sidewalk. That means you can walk holding hands with your honey with one hand, and have a beer in the other. NIIIIICE!!!
And I really wanted to celebrate St. Patty’s day with some BEER.
What “Adults Only Spring Break” REALLY meant was….
…having adult responsibilities, like working, having to get up early.
…the hubs working late a couple nights.
…no green beer.
Now don’t get me wrong. Although most of Spring Break had mostly responsibility-type things going on, hubs and I did have fun. We did the evening beer-drinkin’ walk one night. We cruised along the Seawall umpteen times, checking out all the crazy spring breakers. We even went to Schlitterbahn, the water park here in Galveston, to check out the heated wave pool. The billboard said (and I quote!) “Open March 6-Now Warmer!”. It’s true! It was warmer. THAN ANTARTICA! Maybe…
Obviously, Spring Breaks for 40-somethings just aren’t the same as they used to be.
I don’t wanna grow up…..


