the end of the weekend

Sunday morning was felt like the morning after a 3-day festival.
Not only did I throw up when I awoke, so did my boyfriend.
After the eventful morning I decided that I was going to do something eventful that day no matter what.
As I was getting dressed I noticed that the shorts that I had purchased the day before still had the security tag on them. I called the store that I had purchased them from and found out that new security tags were just issued to that store and that one only.
The drive to that particular store was an hour one way. So we decided to just take them to the nearest mall and exchange them.
After the store, we saw signs for the renaissance festival and decided to check it out.
I have never been to a festival like this before so I was extremely excited to go.
I spoke too soon because as we were about to literally walk in Rick starts to throw up in the nearest trash can.
So we went back to his house and slept almost the rest of the day.

Day One

I woke up early excited about starting the day. We drove to the local gas station to grab a cup of coffee and then to the CVS drugstore. After the errands we went back to the house to eat breakfast and to get ready for the day. As we were eating our waffles we heard thunder. I looked outside and the to my surprise I saw darkness and rain. I became sad for a moment, not only had I woke up with a slight cold but all of my plans for the day were ruined by the storm.
The plan was to go to the mall in Sarasota and buy clothes best suited for Florida weather. In my rush to pack my bags before I left Atlanta, I completed ignored the fact that I was going to a warmer state and did not pack anything that I could use.
After the mall we planned to go to the Italian Festival in downtown and later go to the beach.
So we watched the storm for awhile and watched the movie 3:10 Yuma and decided to still head down to Sarasota.
After the mall the rain continued and we decided to just go to one of Rick's friends house. We decided to play a few video games on their Wii.
A few hours went by and all of us started to noticed that our arms were starting to get sore from all of the arm movements needed to play tennis.-- which I sucked so badly that I lost every single game.
My boyfriend Rick and I decided to go back to his house since there were no signs that the rain was going to stop anytime soon.
Back to Tampa....

Day One-The departure

The things you do for love; mine brings me down to Tampa,Fl. On Friday, my plan was to leave Atlanta by 8:30 p.m. and arrive by 10:05 p.m. I rush down to the airport 45 minutes before my departure time and to my surprise I had noticed that the time was 30 minutes later than what was printed on my ticket. At first I was annoyed at the realization that I had unnecessarily hauled butt down 18 gates and was now covered in sweat. The flight attendant then states that our pilots have yet to arrive. So after an hour we were able to aboard and take off. During my flight I sat next to a gentlemen who was far from shy. He worked for jolt cola and when the flight was over for some reason a had a sudden urge for a soda.Arriving in Tampa where the humidity was so high you could taste it. At the airport I was unaware that it was not a 24 hour like Hartsfield and found a very quiet experience.