Vacation Hard!: Part 8 - This ain't vacation. Normal people sleep on vacation. And there's less yelling......

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Vacation Day 5:

We all get some much needed rest and wake up late in the morning, which for me (with this whole 'sleep at night' thing) is like 7am. I take a quick trip to Corpus Christi to have breakfast with Terri and Allesyn (another part of my second family and Laura's mother and younger sister respectively). We went out to a pretty good Mexi place Terri frequents where we chatted and reminisced. I was told later that when Terri went back there the folks asked about who I was and she said "That's my other son", which gave me the warm and fuzzies. The older I get the more nostalgic I become and that meant a lot coming from her. We get back to their place and look through some pictures I had mostly forgotten about and found some of the only pictures left of my Mom (Loretta) that were taken before she died, and on the night of my high school graduation. It was kinda hard not making the eye water when I saw those pictures, because I thought they were gone. And so I extend my sincerest love and gratitude to Terri and the whole family for keeping and caring for those pictures. It means a lot. And now that everybody knows what a big titty-baby I am, we can continue......

I jump in the truck and head back to Kingsville. Irma booked us at the family barracks on Lackland AFB in San Antonio for that evening, so we wouldn't have to get up early and drive all the way from K-ville for the flight out to D.C. that left around 8am. So we fart around, nagging each other to death, Dad showing me how well he's honed his considerable pack rat skills and Irma and I rolling our eyes at him like some kind of synchronized event in the Suburban Olympics.

We get the car loaded up with all our luggage and get going back to San Antonio. On the way I text Bunny and let her know I'd be in town in a couple of hours so we could hang out. We get to Lackland and get all our stuff unloaded and get ready to go out to the Naval Exchange (military shopping mall), which my Dad finds fascinating because there's no sales tax on base (something I enjoy statewide in Oregon).

After wandering around at the Exchange, we head out to Wal-Mart to get some much needed medicine for Dad, and I let Bunny know where we were and she picked me up. Off we went to Casa Rio (a popular mexican restaurant) on a Sunday evening. This place is right on the Riverwalk in San Antonio, which most people from those waters can tell you, is packed on any given weeked. But this is Labor Day weekend.......so yeah. After waiting outside in the stagnant heat we go in to eat...........Ok, Reader, I know I whine a lot about the heat, but you should go live in tropical climates where the only seasons are 'wet' and 'dry' with 4-6 storms a year that leave you without electricity and running water for days, take baths in trash cans filled with rain water, go to schools with no air conditioning, deal with bugs that will carry you off in force right after they give you any number of respiratory diseases and then tell me if living with the heat is worth it.

We spend less time eating than we did waiting to get in. I'm already in a foul mood because I'm uncomfortable with the heat, not to mention I've been couped up with all the traveling over the last 4 days, and I'm ready to really start taking pictures and having fun. So we finish up dinner and get out of there, walking all along the River Walk and the surrounding streets in downtown San Antonio, which at night is quite nice.

 

After that Bunny takes me back to the Lackland gates and Dad comes out to get me back on base. We get to the room and I feel like I need a pressure washer to get all the sweat and grime off of me. After a quick shower, I walk out and Dad's watching TV:

"Boy, I dunno what's wrong with these dumbasses. They can't seem to catch that Jason Bourne. He's a crafty motherfucker."

I chase him off to bed and......uh......well, I guess you could call it "sleep" on the pull out bed in the couch with the enormous iron rod cross bar that effectively raped me for the entire 4 hours I "slept". I was violently woken by a slamming bathroom door and began suffering flashbacks from my childhood:

"Danny! It's time to get up!"

On the next episode of Vacation Hard:  It's the end of the world as we know it......because I forgot to take my watch off?!

"Pushing.......my........mother........fucking..........buttons......"