Tropical Vacation

Remember I told you I would be going to a tropical place for a week with my sisters-in-law? Well, we’re here! How scary is that?

Today we went to a mall and ate lunch at Johnny Rockets. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a diner type place, complete with hamburgers, French fries, and a juke box at every table. Not only that, but the waitresses performed a little choreography number to the tune of Night Fever by the Bee Gees.

Now while the waitresses attempted to enhance our dining experience, most customers continued to concentrate on their meals--but let me just say, we middle-agers have been confined for far too long. We whooped, hollered, clapped our hands and jived from our seats in a way that my muscles haven’t been worked in years. I had planned a massage at a day spa, but I’m thinking I don’t need it now. One sister tried to crawl on the table, but we held her down. Even we have our limits.

Okay, maybe that’s a teensy exaggeration, but let me just say, the spirit is willing but the body is, well, not gonna go there.

Instead, I took a trip on the wild side with the purchase of two hats--one turquoise, one straw--and both definitely making a statement. Okay, so the statement says, look at me, I’m having a midlife crisis, but still.

So, there you have it. Four women cut loose in the sunshine state. We’re having the time of our lives--eating, sharing and laughing our brains out. Does it get any better than this? I’ll let you know. The trip isn’t over yet.