Let’s Start at the Beginning

The past week has been full of entertainment. Full of friends, family, travel, semi-birthdays and such. Today, however, I don’t think I can even delve into to my Oklahoma excursion before paying proper respect to my (formerly blog but now real-life) friends Darren and Nabbalicious.

You all read Darren and Nabbalicious, right? Of COURSE you do, Whoorl don’t raise no fools. But if for some reason you don’t, I don’t think we can be friendly anymore. Peace be with you.

Now leave. Seriously.

Wait, come back! Hello?

The three of us decided over email to meet during their visit from the East Coast. They are planning on moving out to LA in the future, so I immediately decided to get them down to the beach and put the hard sell on my neck of the woods. We planned for a Monday lunch date because I was leaving for Oklahoma early the next morning and of course, needed to spend the afternoon and evening obsessively packing and mumbling to myself.

I normally do not plan anything the day before I leave for a trip. You see, we don’t want to disturb Whoorl’s harmony and balance with the world. We like to slowly and effectively complete the following tasks.

1) Creating the packing list. Written list for baby. Written list for Whoorl.
2) Re-write the packing list to combine previous lists; including color customization and placement.
3) Fold clothes using tissue paper to prevent creases.
4) Pack bag.
5) Rearrange packing.
6) Check weather reports for possible travel snafus.
7) Practice holding baby, taking off shoes and folding down the stroller with one hand. Whoorl does not want to hold up the security line at the airport. Practice until tasks are complete within 10 seconds.
8) Calculate amount of formula needed in diaper bag if flights are canceled, earthquakes shut down airport, or get lost in a snowstorm.
9) Sit on bed and stare at luggage.
10) Lather, rinse, repeat.

I know what you are thinking…”How can Whoorl be so laid back?” I don’t know, people. It’s a gift. However, might I inform you that Wito completed his 14th flight in 7 months without ever having a meltdown. Coincidence or the work of a planning genius? (dun-dun-DUNNNNNN)

So, against my innate tendencies, I scheduled the lunch. I figured if anyone understood my packing issue, it would be Nabbalicious. Have you seen this? It’s like heroin in my veins.

We met around noon, grabbed some lunch and strolled down to the beach. On our way back, Darren and I discussed favorite beers, which led to all sorts of alcohol tidbits and my famous recipe for margaritas.

And you can guess what happened next. A little bit of this:


And a little bit of that:

photos courtesy of Darren and Nabbalicious. Have I mentioned Darren and Nabbalicious?

And a little bit of calling my husband at work several hours later sounding something like this:

Whoorl: D! Baaaby! I looooove Dawrrren and Nabbi! We’s besh fwreends! I make the tashiest mahgereetas! I shoould thow down with Booby Flay!

D: Wow. I take it you’ve made lots of margaritas.

Whoorl: Who knows?! I made new fwreends! Nabbi’s sho pretty and Dawrren’s soooooo funny and tawl! Is it dawk outschide? When you comin’ home, baaaby?? Rawrrrrrrr.

D: Um, are you ready for your trip tomorrow morning?

Whoorl: Huh?

Two lessons to be learned, cronies. First off, do not plan a “quick” get-together with amazingly cool people such as these two when you have shit to do. And secondly, everything always falls into place. Relax, will ya?

  1. Darren McLikeshimself

    March 6, 2007 at 8:52 am

    That Wito kept his cool comes as no surprise. Does he even make noise? I swear, he didn’t do anything but stare and smile at us for the sixteen hours we took over your house.

    Whee! We had the best time! Thanks again for having us.

  2. rosie

    March 6, 2007 at 9:11 am

    Nothing is better than whittling away an afternoon getting drunk – ESPECIALLY if it’s a Monday and even MORE especially if it’s margs that are the drinks being consumed.

    I read them both – I found them through you and they are from Virginia, like I am :)

  3. sizzle

    March 6, 2007 at 9:15 am

    that sounds like awesome fun. i miss the beach!

  4. nabbalicious

    March 6, 2007 at 9:18 am

    I’m not surprised that he was so calm, either! He is the most mellow and sweet kid I’ve ever seen.

    We had SO MUCH FUN. And we are so doing that again, when no one has to pack, right?? Also, when I’m not wearing a “Yo, my tits are here” kind of shirt. I don’t know why I insist on still wearing that thing!

  5. natalie

    March 6, 2007 at 9:35 am

    Too fun! And, thank you dear lord for someone else who packs with tissue paper. Everyone thinks I’m nutcakes. I have, however, found a genius way of packing my shirts that does not require tissue paper. I would have to explain in person. The pants, skirts and dresses still get the tissue though.

  6. LVGurl

    March 6, 2007 at 9:42 am

    Fun times! :) I want a mahgereeta.

    I feel better now, reading your packing ritual. I take an entire day to make lists, pack, churn up stomach acid, stare, rearrange, bark at husband.

  7. Sadie

    March 6, 2007 at 9:47 am

    Well I might not be able to use your fancypants shampoo, but I sure as hell ain’t allergic to margaritas. Please share your superior margarita secret – mine is Grand Marnier, or Cointreau, or both. And NEVAH NEVAH sour mix, always Rose’s lime juice.

  8. whoorl

    March 6, 2007 at 9:50 am

    Both Grand Marnier and Cointreau, but the most important ingredient is Pacifico beer (hence the froth).

  9. am'ti b

    March 6, 2007 at 9:59 am

    i am with you on the prep., okla. is hard to pack for b/c the weather can change while your eating fries at johnnie’s. wito’s amo and am’ti wished we could have joined you out on the west coast for a marg or two, they looked real tasty. i am glad you let loose, it can be healthy to not plan. sometimes.

  10. Jenifer

    March 6, 2007 at 10:59 am

    First and foremost, if I ever visit the West Coast, I’m sending you and email and a check for liquor. You had me at Margarita’s. You had me at Margarita’s.

  11. BeachMama

    March 6, 2007 at 1:08 pm

    Definately must make plans to visit your neck of the woods (look what you started, everybody is going to want to stop by now!). I haven’t had a good Marg. in a long time.

    And fear not you are not alone in the packing. At least you only pack for a day, I start a week ahead! Adding and subtracting things from the list. Changing minds. But, packing is half the fun of a trip.

  12. rebecca

    March 6, 2007 at 1:38 pm

    Dude, who would have thought to add Pacifico? Is that a well-known margarita making secret, or is that something you’ve discovered through trial and error?

    Next time you’re mixing up a pitcher, let me know and I’ll hop on the freeway right away. :)

  13. Kelly

    March 6, 2007 at 4:57 pm

    I am so fantastically jealous of your margarita lovin weekend. Glad you pulled it together to get back home. Sweet pics.

  14. Glamgranola

    March 7, 2007 at 8:41 am

    Seriously, recipe for those margaritas STAT!

  15. Alissa

    March 7, 2007 at 10:29 pm

    A precise recipe is definetely required.

    Also could you just confirm something as I am not a blogger, when you meet internet friends in real life do you address each other with proper names or internet names??