Today, my first full day back in the USA, we went to the beach. I had planned to spend some time by and in the pool in my mom’s backyard, so as to acclimate myself to this time zone, using the sunlight on my skin as the main helper. But, when I went downstairs to find food to heal my headache, my mom suggested the beach. Obviously, the answer was yes.
My cousin, who lives in Galveston, walked down to meet us at the beach with her pup. I had a wonderful time just hanging out with her and my mom and the dog. We walked, we swam, we boogie boarded, we tossed a stick for the dog, and we, above all, chatted. We didn’t talk about much, which is something that I noticed much earlier on today, but we did talk. It were as though we were all really close, and we saw one another all the time, that we didn’t have much anything important to discuss. It was like we were just hanging out for our regular hangout time… which we don’t actually have, but hopefully you get the point.
We had a wonderful lunch afterward, and then my mom and I headed home to grab the rest of my stuff, and to head out to check my new bicycle’s height, before going to my friend’s house (where I’ll be staying for about six weeks). My friend and her husband were super stellar when we arrived this afternoon, and they have been just wonderful so far since then. I think I’m gonna like it here.
Tomorrow is Mardi Gras and my birthday. This is the second time in my life that the two events have coincided. It just so happens that people haven’t even heard of Mardi Gras here in Japan, so we can let alone the idea of their celebrating it. I am throwing an impromptu dinner tomorrow night (decided it this afternoon), and am only certain of two guests (a Canadian and a Japanese friend). Not my favorite kind of Mardi Gras bash, but it’ll still be nice, I think. Nonetheless, this will be one of my most simple and uncelebrated birthdays yet.
The last time my birthday coincided with Mardi Gras, I was in ninth grade, and we had arranged with a friend of my mom’s to go stay at his place on one of the main parade roads in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Unfortunately, that was 2006, and Hurricane Katrina cancelled those plans for us.
We instead grabbed my childhood best friend, and went down to Galveston for some all-you-can-eat pancakes and a good ole parade. It was nothing like New Orleans would have been, but it was still wonderful, and it started a tradition. Almost every year since (we must exclude the year I was studying in France), my mom and I have gone to Gaveston for Mardi Gras.
Which makes it totally weird that there is literally nothing around here for any Mardi Gras merriment… happy birthday to me? (There’s got to something good for me to get out of all of this.) 😛