I thought it would be fun to share a few more embarrassing/funny stories from the trip in celebration of our engage-iversary. These all happened on our trip with Mr. Hog's family to south Texas that kicked off on Mother's Day night 2012.
Story 1: That's not water. Is it?
Somewhere along the way of the trip planning, we (with Mr. Hog's sister Devin and brother-in-law Josh) decided that we wanted to kick off our 14 hour drive to Padre around 8 p.m. the night of Mother's Day allowing the "adults" to sleep through the night in the car while the boys drove, so our time on vacation would be maximized. To be a supporting cast of girls, Devin and I took some 5 Hour Energies along with the guys around midnight to keep them company while they drove.
Anyone who knows me well is already laughing. I am a complete morning person who is incapable of staying awake (and sane) past 10:00 p.m. Mr. Hog is a complete night person, incapable of waking up before 10:00 a.m.
I did manage to stay physically awake until around 5:00 in the morning...but my mental acuity had long faded. As we drove past a flat cow pasture in Texas, I began dreaming while awake or hallucinating or sleeping with my mouth and eyes still active. I enthusiastically told Mr. Hog, "We should go fishing!!!!" I have no clue what made me think it was an appropriate time to pull over with his sleeping grandparents in the backseat, what made me think we had fishing gear, or what made me think I enjoy and know how to fish. His response: bewilderment and blank staring. This snapped me back to lucidity, and I realized that I wasn't making sense. So, I sheepishly replied, "That's not water. Is it?" Face saved...not. (Can we bring back "not"? Please?) We still laugh about it.
|Not an actual picture from the trip, but this looks like prime fishing territory, no?|
Story 2: Elevator Adventures
We stayed on the tenth floor in a condo on the beach that was probably 15 stories tall. One of the elevators was being repaired for most of the week, so all of the guests had to wait for one fairly slow elevator. For one reason or another (probably an unofficial challenge issued by Devin or me), Mr. Hog was pitted against the rest of us in a race to the ground floor. He took off down the nearby stairs just as the elevator was dinging on our floor.
We boarded the elevator and smugly smiled. We won. Down we start. The elevator stops on the ninth floor, but no one is there to get on. Hmm. Someone must have pushed the button and then ran back to their condo for something. Down we go again. The elevator stops on the eighth floor. No one is there. Seriously? Yep. Mr. Hog flew down the stairs and managed to push the "elevator down" button on every single floor. Around the sixth floor another guy actually did get on. The poor soul was stuck with us in our suuuuuper slow, floor by floor journey. We apologized to him, and it was so awkward.
|His coy grin as we exited the elevator and after I smacked him around a bit.|