Fuzzy wuzzy was how we awoke on Saturday morning. I have long suspected, but I now know for sure; Champagne is my kryptonite (woe is me, right?). Two glasses are fine, anything more and I turn into a big ol’ M E S S.
I heard Honey Jr outside so I stuck my head out the window and begged him to make me some coffee, he said no, he was in a hurry (bee emergency, I’m sure) so that sucked.
The Husband and I were headed to Cavalaire-sur-Mer for the weekend. His close friend, The Croupier (aka M) lives there. This trip to the beach and casino had been promised to me for two years so I was pretty stoked (fuzzy wuzzy, but stoked).
Off we went with The Husband assuring me that he knew where he was going. But sure enough about thirty minutes outside Cavalaire we were lost (our GPS is not dependable, it’s like; “tourner à gauche” and we’re like, uh, where?). So the huffing and puffing started, and I got annoyed because if you don’t know where you’re going why are you faking it? And all that huffing and puffing was not helping the champagne bubbles floating around in my head. And I totally would have printed out some google maps if he had just said that he didn’t know how to get there.
(Note to self: print the google maps anyway).
(Note to self: print the google maps anyway).
But we made it just in time for lunch.
(OK, a little late, but whatever).
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Give me one good reason why Rosé can’t be sipped from a martini glass?
It’s festive, isn’t it?
(except the glass is finished in like two sips, that’s kind of a good reason).
And how cute is that little picnic table on the piece of fake grass…
(they think I’m nutty photographing everything all the time)
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We went for a walk to have a look around…
Look at those palm trees (you just know Fifty would love to lift his little leg on one of those), and all the boats… we were definitely not in Le Petit Village anymore.
Look at those palm trees (you just know Fifty would love to lift his little leg on one of those), and all the boats… we were definitely not in Le Petit Village anymore.
{check out how super tiny that Smart Car looks}
And we did some shopping (being on holiday and all) and I bought a hat and The Husband bought a new swimsuit even though he almost didn’t. After five minutes of looking he did his normal, huff and puff followed by, “later, later.” But The Croupier knows him as well as I do and the two of us strong armed him into getting one. Thank heavens because his old one was U G L Y.
And then I saw this swimsuit and fell a little bit in love…
But naturally it was the most expensive suit in the shop (because picking out the most expensive item in a shop is a special talent of mine). I’m thinking that with my age and all I should have at least one one-piece. Like who do I think I am frolicking around in a bikini at my age? Cam Diaz I am not. But I didn’t buy it, even though The Husband being the sweetest man ever said I should (he scored points for that one) but I have more important things to spend my money on right now (like birthday presents for The Husband… six days away if you’re interested).
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Proof that boys drink Rosé too…
And love chocolate.
This is The Husband’s dessert…
Which I didn’t even have one bite of, because you know, I have a bikini to frolic around in.
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And because I’m not all fluffy nonsense all the time…
check out this beach…
In August 1944 Allied troops landed here as part of Operation Dragoon to liberate France.
As soon as I bump into a Nazi Ghost Zombie, I’m totally going to tell him where I was and that he can suck it.
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