High-Five With Your Pelvis: Part II

Alright, guys and gals. I’m back with a weekend recap. If you’re not into beaches, booze, or broads, then I guess you could skip this post for the day. Just don’t tell me that, because I’ll be horribly offended shrug my shoulders and get over it in .5 seconds.

Thursday
I had work in the morning, which was just a treat in and of itself. Sometimes I wonder, “Why am I here?” and then I remember, “Oh yeah, free coffee.” It’s been slow because it’s summertime, so our tips have been slim, which is just great! I’m learning to be more frugal, which is a great trait to have as a young adult, so maybe this is a lesson in disguise. #blessed

After work, I came home and quickly threw some clothes into a duffel bag and met a couple of my friends at their place in Mid City. By 12:50pm, we were on the road to the beach in Pass Christian, MS. I was beyond ready for this trip. Don’t get me wrong, I love New Orleans, but getting away from it for a few days can do the soul some good. And it did.

As soon as we arrived, we hauled our luggage (three bags per girl – seems about right) up the flight of steps that lead to the front door of the beach house, which overlooked the blue water and white sand. I was in love already.

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I mean, would you look at that view? I can’t even tell you how relaxing it was to spend my mornings in a rocking chair on that porch. I wish every morning could be that peaceful and serene.

We could see three of our friends lounging in the sand from the kitchen window, so we quickly changed into our bathing suits and planned to meet them down there immediately. “But first,” thought we, “booze.”

Pass Christian is a quaint little town smack dab in the middle of Biloxi and Bay St. Louis (I think? Don’t quote me on this). Because it’s Mississippi and not New Orleans, they have their own liquor laws. It’s not like you can just roll up to a drive-thru daiquiri and be like, “SEX ON THE BEACH!” and get what you want. No. You have to drive to a liquor store, and, for the sake of this story, I’m going to say that there’s only one in the whole entire town.

We visited the liquor store, which was really cute, by the way, and stocked up on the essentials. Hello, pina coladas! We went back to the beach house, blended our beverages, and headed ten steps out of the front door to the beach to meet up with our friends for the afternoon.

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Disclaimer: not coffee. Malibu, Bacardi, pineapple juice, coconut milk, fresh strawberries, a banana, and ice. Blend. Thank me later.

My friend, Kayln, set up some shelter for us by wedging a little umbrella in-between layers of wet and dry sand. Worked like a charm! We laid on towels under the umbrella, slathered on the sunscreen so we wouldn’t end up looking like boiled crawfish, and sipped on our cocktails for a few hours before we ventured to Wal-Mart for groceries.

Around 6pm, we went to Wal-Mart to stock up on beach food (s’mores stuff, Goldfish, and a veggie tray to make us feel better about ourselves). We also got yelled at by an elderly man for blocking the Bunny Bread. “You plannin’ on movin’, missy, or are ya just gunna stand there and play on ya phone?” It was kind of rude, but a part of me felt bad for him, because he’s old-fashioned and is still probably confused by technology, and we’re always glued to it, and WHY DON’T WE SPEAK IN PERSON ANYMORE? I definitely rode an emotional roller coaster in the ‘Mart that day, but when do I not?

We spent the rest of the evening making burgers in our bikinis, because we’re adults and we can. I also ate one billion bread and butter pickles and a Hershey’s bar. Winning.

Friday

Thank God my friends don’t believe in alarm clocks while on vacation, because I sure as H-E-double hockey sticks was NOT going to set mine. I still woke up at like, 8:30, but it’s whatever. There was coffee and a balcony, so I was set. Breakfast was prepared by Sarah, who turns into a freakin’ chef when we go out of town. We had toast, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns with peppers. The works.

After lounging around for the majority of the morning, we finally put our swimsuits on, made more cocktails (because what if we get thirsty while at the beach?) and made our way out front. We had the same set up with the umbrella and put on Vampire Weekend, which made the whole afternoon feel even more “beachy”. We stayed out there for a few hours tanning, making sandcastles, and chatting. It was a really nice afternoon!

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(Left to right: Sarah, myself, and Kayln – Can we chat for a minute about their cute, vintage swimsuits? I was so jealous).

Before leaving for this trip, we planned to have a night out on the town. I’m not sure how “crazy” one can get in Pass Christian, unless they’re notorious for tripping on grains of sand or something, but I’m not into that weird, beachy sh*t (snorting sand is NOT a thing, I’m sure. I hope). We were convinced that there was a place where we could go and feel cute and get dressed up and dance on tables, etc.

Well, we found that place.

You cross a bridge, take a right by the shady gas station, and drive down a dark, dark road and then BAM!

Margaritaville.

Ok, so I’m familiar with this place, because I listened to country music in my youth. That’s where we’re “wasting away again”, right? That’s where we’re searching for our lost shakers of salt?

Anyway, despite the fact that it looked touristy as ever and the guards were definitely checking out my friend’s rear, we decided to still give it a go. We took an escalator up what seemed to be 18,000 stories, when it finally spat us out in heaven a casino, which could be heaven to you, depending on your preferred addiction.

*If you really are addicted to gambling, I have a number you can call for help. And by I have a number you can call for help, I mean I can Google search a number you can call for help, because I’m not a penny slot addict. I’m just not. Moving on.

I was utterly unimpressed so far by Margaritaville, and as much as I want to say the night got better, it didn’t. It was 11pm by the time we arrived, and the band that was supposed to be playing until 2am had already gone home. Lightweights. Old people. LOSERS. We sat outside and ate our feelings in the form of coconut shrimp (swoooooooon) and loaded nachos (not swoon) while sipping on some cocktails, which weren’t very good. The waitress was very friendly though, and assured us that, “You can do anythang in Margaritaville.” I’m like, “Anything? Like walk out of the door at this very moment?”

An hour or so later, we all left and made the thirty minute trek back to the beach house. I can’t remember exactly what we did this evening. Maybe watched a movie? Regardless, we called it a night around 2:30am and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out cold. No alarm again this night, because I’m on vacation and sleep rocks.

Saturday

I think it’s safe to say that this day was the day of rest for us. We slept in, had our coffee and breakfast, and lounged pretty much all day. We made it to the beach for an hour or so, but after awhile, you kind of get bored with the feeling of burning flesh and sand getting all up in places that it absolutely should not. I don’t feel the need to elaborate much further on that subject.

We watched movies and snacked all day long, and it was glorious. First up, Saved. Best movie ever. I mean, you have your Mandy Moore, your Macaulay Culkin, and your teen pregnancy. What’s NOT to love?

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Next on the list was my ALL TIME FAVORITE movie growing up. It was this point that I knew deep down in my little teenage heart that I would love Katherine Heigl forever and ever amen.

Wish Upon a Star.

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Do any of you remember this movie? UGH, it’s SO GOOD. It’s like Freaky Friday, but better because Linsday Lohan is nowhere to be found. I wanted to be Alexia Wheaten (Heigl) so badly growing up. I remember watching the lunch scene and thinking, “I’m only going to eat celery sticks and drink diet soda so I can be popular too!” I was such a lame-o…kind of like this movie. But it will forever be one of my favorites.

Last, but not least, was the highlight of all of our evenings. This movie deserves an elaborate introduction. This movie inspired my blog title. This movie…inspired me. It’s full of real world things like teenage love, chasing your dreams, and feeling guilty after eating an ice cream cone. I present you all with one of the greatest movies of all time, with one of the most impressive soundtracks and dance routines you will EVER SEE EVER….

Center Stage.

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I need a moment of silence, because, just looking at this picture is making me weep tears of pure joy and also confusion because if I were Jody, would I choose Charlie or Cooper? CHARLIE OR COOPER?!

I was a ballerina for twelve years, so this movie was my Bible. I thought I was the only one who got overly excited during the final performance until I saw my friend Sarah geek out while watching this. I was so proud, and super relieved, because, for awhile, I thought I had some sort of Center Stage-induced illness.

If you’ve seen this, do you remember the part where Jody goes to Cooper’s house after their weirdly awesome group class together? He’s all, “I have a motorcycle. Hop on it.” And she’s like, “Wha? Hah, okaaaay.” and does, and then they speed off into the distance and end up in Cooper’s apartment and stare longingly into each other’s eyes and they sip on their Merlot.

“Jody,” he says.

“Co-ooper,” she says, through a hiccup.

Then they do it.

Sarah and I were anticipating this, since we’ve both seen the movie 8 billion times a piece, but my friend Kayln was a Center Stage n00b. She immediately responded with, “Gasp! What? OH! Oh no.” and then covered her face with her hands. This prompted Sarah and I to start making jokes about sex and the fact that Jody is like, probs 18 and Cooper is older. I made a joke along the lines of, “Want to high five… with our pelvises?” It was off-colored and totally inappropriate, but it made everyone laugh, and that’s what counts, right? So that’s where the title of this post came from and now sex = high fives.

We finally decided to remove ourselves from the leather recliners and do something with our lives, since the past six hours were spent watching the best movies of all time and eating trail mix and French fries, so we moved the party onto the front porch and had some girl talk while sipping on the best beer of all time.

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It was a good evening. We went to bed a little after 2am. It was our last night at the beach house, and spending it in was a really good choice. Girl talk is always one of my most favorite things to do, and I wouldn’t have wanted to spend our last night anywhere else!

I also found this picture on Pinterest while I was sharing my “I Do” board with the ladies. It made for a few good laughs and also reminded me to stop eating pretzel sticks dipped in loaded baked potato dip.

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It gets me every time.

Sunday

We had brunch plans at 11:30am, so we were up kind of early so we could make sure that all of our belongings made their way back to the correct duffel bags. Why is packing so hard, by the way? Like, how does your stuff get everywhere? Half of my clothes were in a bedroom that I didn’t even sleep in. I’m like, what?

I somehow managed to curl my hair and put on makeup and look halfway decent for this brunch outing. I figured I should probably look like a human while in public. I still hid behind my sunglasses and cloche, though. Don’t let the curled hair fool you.

We went to this restaurant by the water called Trapani’s Eatery. It was really cute. We found a spot outside and immediately ordered mimosas and an appetizer of fried calamari.

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Spinach and artichoke dip with fried bowtie pasta soon followed. I ordered the pasta primavera with grilled chicken for my entree, but was so full by the time it arrived, that I just boxed it up. It’s still sitting in my fridge in it’s little home made of styrofoam. Everything was very delicious, especially the mimosas. They were made with fresh-squeezed orange juice, which makes all of the difference in the world. The meal concluded with a “Death by Chocolate” cake, which I had two bites of. I just couldn’t eat anything else, otherwise I would for real die, and they’d probably have to take that item off their menu or at least change the name for being too literal.

After brunch, we packed up the car and were on our way back to New Orleans. As much as it sucks leaving vacation, it’s always nice to return to normalcy.

I got home around 3:00pm and passed out for a few hours before joining Jacob at his parent’s house for a night of steak and the Tony Awards.

I was so excited while watching this awards ceremony. Jacob kept saying, “Look at Kaitlyn’s face. Like a kid in a candy store.” Apparently, I had a huge smile swept across my face and my eyes were literally sparkling. I’ll take it.

I was super excited to see Neil Patrick Harris’s performance from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. He’s so freaking talented. Hugh Jackman was also the perfect host (and wasn’t terrible to stare at for three hours either). I’m always inspired while watching awards shows, but this one inspires me most of all. It just proves that you absolutely CAN make a life for yourself in the theatre, and all things are possible if you’re willing to put in the work and dedicate your life to your craft. I can say with 100% certainty that I am willing to do those things. Theatre is my world. I love it more than life itself.

Also, I need to get in on some voice lessons stat so I can freaking kill it like Jessie Mueller did in her performance from “Beautiful – The Carole King Musical”.

Man. To be on Broadway, huh?

Thanks for sticking through this, if you’re still here. I know this was a lengthy one.

If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to paint myself green and sing my little heart out. Also, I should probably start writing my acceptance speech for next year.

Talk to y’all soon,

Kaitlyn

 

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