Sunday Funday

I was going to begin this post with a beautiful sunrise photo, and I had my phone set to wake me up and everything. I was going to get up, take a stroll on the beach and wait for the sun to join me. Here’s what happened. I heard the alarm go off, I hit the stop button, and the next time I opened my eyes, the sun had clearly jumped the gun. Maybe tomorrow. We did get up in time to head downstairs for the breakfast buffet, and as we rounded the corner in the lobby, there was an encounter that did not escape either Anthony or me. I was a couple of steps in front of him, but when the female concierge passed by, she was laser focused on Anthony only, and promptly said “good morning sir.” Not “good morning ma’am,” or even “good morning” as a general greeting that would include us both. Nope, she said “good morning SIR.” I glanced back at Anthony and knew immediately that he recognized what she did. I am not a jealous wife by any means, so that is not what got me. What got me was the complete disregard of my very presence. I have grown quite used to being in the background when I am with Anthony in social settings.  I mean, I know I have a very likable husband who is also pretty handsome and charismatic.  Also, he is well over six feet tall, so the eye kind of goes to him first.  Her acknowledgement brought back a memory I have of when he and I were newly married and living in Luxembourg.  By the way, Luxembourg is its own country and not a part of Germany.  I say this because a lot of people don't know that, and I take the opportunity to correct when it presents itself.  Anyway, we were in Luxembourg City one day, happily strolling along and while we don't hold hands often (height difference makes it awkward), it was obvious that we were together.  This young woman blatantly approached my husband and said "I love black American men."  Right in front of me ya'll!!!  I didn't feel jealous or possessive, because I get what she was saying, and as I stated previously, he is pretty handsome.  I just didn't like that she completely ignored me.  I wanted to tell her that if she touched my husband she would pay, but she didn't even know I was there.  Thankfully this morning, the hostess at the restaurant did not overlook me, and my ego was restored.

I am currently sitting at the pool in the shade because it is in the shade and regardless of the nice breeze, it is still Summer and I do not like the Sun. My perfect day at the beach is one where it is overcast and there is a storm brewing on the horizon. A storm is utopia for me, but since none of that is going to happen, I will settle for a chaise lounges in the shade with 70s music playing over the speakers and everyone close to my age trying to sing the lyrics to themselves. I have my grapes, a beverage, and my book, so I will camp out for a bit while Anthony is in a board meeting.

After Anthony’s meeting, he ordered us a pizza and brought it to the room for lunch. He got half meat lovers and the other half pepperoni and pineapple. America seems to be split on the whole pineapple on a pizza thing, but if you have never tried it, you must. Kira turned me on to it years ago, and I never have a pizza without it now. When we got to the Perdido Resort yesterday, I noticed a few people coming to get pizza from the downstairs restaurant and then leaving to go elsewhere, and I could not understand what was so special about a hotel pizza shop that caused vacationers to come from another place to purchase it. Then I tasted it, and it may have been some of the best pizza I have ever eaten. First of all, the crust is thin but not so crispy that you might break a molar. The sauce is delicious without being overpowering, and the toppings were generous. Look at all that pineapple!!!
I highly recommend this pizza!

After lunch, Anthony headed back down for more meetings and to get ready for the conference, and I went out onto the balcony and read a little and then watched a little Hulu on my iPad.  It felt wonderful out there, and I was also able to overhear some conversations vendors were having as they pulled in to unload their goods for the conference.  Apparently when you can't get the monitors put together correctly, cursing may be involved and I completely got it.  It looked like incredibly tedious work.  I also had a wonderful conversation with our NYC girl, and enjoyed hearing about her weekend adventures.  

Around 6:15, we headed to dinner at Cosmos, and it was every bit as wonderful as it always is.  Cosmos or Cobalt are our must go to restaurants at some point when we are down here, and they never disappoint.  We ate with some of Anthony's colleagues, and the conversation was as good as the food.  I pretty much score as an introvert on all the personality tests, and it takes me some time to warm up to folks, but by the time our dinner ended, we were sharing food, and lots of laughs.  As much as I relish my alone time, there is nothing quite like sharing conversation and laughter with other people.  I forget that sometimes.

Tomorrow the conference starts, so Anthony will be busy. I am going to continue to relax and enjoy this place.  Who knows?  I may actually catch the sunrise.  Don't hold me to that.