Road Trip w/The Sassy Chocolate Sisters
Someone called us the Golden Girls. No disrespect, but absolutely NOT! We are the Sassy Chocolate Sisters – believe that! Last year we went to the Essence Festival in New Orleans. That was our first road trip together. Ms. S, Ms. T, Ms. L, and me. We are all professional retired women – well, all except Ms. S who works way too hard. And, she also missed this year’s trip. So sad!
Anyway, this year we went to San Antonio, stayed at a resort, and got happily lost several times trying to find a lavender farm – which, when found, was closed due to something about a bad harvest. Whatever. The Sassy Chocolate Sisters ventured on.
Now one of us, Ms. T, is very adventurous. Me and Ms. L aren’t quite as adventurous so when Ms. T pulled the car onto someone’s private property, got out and started walking toward a dry, rocky creek area we thought “this girl has lost her mind”. We warned her to be careful, but she kept right on walking stopping only when she posed against a fallen tree – yelling at us to hurry and take her picture. Ms. L swore this was the last road trip she was going on with us. But, she said that last year as well.
After Ms. T had her picture taken, she found a gorgeous rock. So, me and Ms. L ventured out toward the creek to see if we could find our own rocks. We didn’t take any pictures by the fallen tree, however. About twenty minutes later, beautiful rocks in hand, we returned to the truck and headed toward San Antonio. No problem. Well, not until Ms. T decides to venture down a side road and visit a general store. Of course, we found some interesting little items – remember the bubble gum cigars and candy cigarettes… We borrowed pomegranates from a tree and took the store owner’s advice on a local restaurant. The food was okay, but I wouldn’t go there again.
After we got back on the road, heading to San Antonio once again, everything was going well. Did I mention that Ms. T is adventurous? Well, suffice it to say she also drives very, very, very FAST! Add to that – she’s a backseat driver too. Check out these conversations:
Ms. T: Ms. S, why are you in that lane? You can change lanes.
Ms. S: You gon’ let me drive?
Ms. T: Yeah, but that lane is moving…
Then later when we stopped for gas…
Ms. T to Ms. S: I’ll drive. (translation – “YOU DRIVE TOO SLOOOOWWW!)
And, when Ms. L took the wheel:
Ms. T: Whoa girl!
Ms. L: What?
Ms. T: You got too close to that car.
Ms. S: (turning around in her seat) – Oh no! You aren’t saying anything about somebody’s driving. Girl, I had three heart attacks when you were under the wheel!
Ms. T: Well, you should see this foot action going on back here (she was stomping the floor like she had brakes in the backseat).
When we finally arrived in San Antonio we found parking, went to the River Walk, road the boats, walked back to the car, returned to the resort, ate dinner way too late, took care of a few emails. Ms. T shared a sad moment of reminiscence. Then we went to bed.
Oh, but as we were unloading the car this happened:
Ms. L: We need to get the water out of the car.
Ms. T: Why?
Ms. L: So we can put it in the fridge.
Ms. T: For what? We just gonna have to bring it back out.
Ms. L: Umm hmm.
We brought the water in. Put it in the fridge and had to take it back out Sunday morning. Then…
Ms. T: L, where we gon’ put all this water? How much will fit in the cooler?
Ms. L: Come on. Let me show you. You will be surprised.
The water went into the cooler, bags, and wherever we could get it.
It’s Sunday morning. I slept with a spider. Seriously, there was a giant gray spider in my bed! Ms. T wanted to squish it, but I asked her to let it go since it probably hadn’t bitten me. But if I develop any symptoms, I am coming back to that resort, hunting the varmint down and squishing it myself.
I’ll let ya’ll know how the trip home goes.