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Jul 10, 2008
This weekend, I'll be visiting the lovely Alabama gulf coast. I'll be going with
Interstital Matters, The Marshall Chronicles, Monkeyshines, Always the Hours and Brandon (who doesn't have a blog).
We'd all stayed in Destin a few years in the past, and had planned another trip a few years ago, but the hurricane just before Katrina (who can even remember her name now?) destroyed the condo we were going to rent. So it's been a few years since we've all gone together.
I'm looking forward to it, even if I've heard conflicting reports. I've never been to the Alabama coast, only through it.
My hairdresser, the Vietnamese Victorian Beckham herself, a tough customer when it comes to luxury, tells me that she was "surprised" at how "nice" it was out there.
Not sure what either of those terms meant to her, but I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt.
A friend of a friend, however, recently told me (without knowing I was planning to go) that it was "nice enough" but that "I wouldn't want to meet some of the
crackers I saw out there in a dark alley." (I paraphrase)
Either way, it promises to be fun.
Outlet malls, confederate flags, jellyfish maybe even Flora-Bama. How could it not be?
I'm bringing the rum just in case.