For years I have said my dream was to own a home with a boat parked right outside on the Intracoastal Waterway in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Do I have that home? NO I do not! And I'm really annoyed at myself.
Last week I was in Ft. Lauderdale where I took this picture of one of the many waterway neighborhoods.
Standing there, I reviewed in my head just how many years had passed since I had the first twinkle of the idea, and just how many OTHER things got in the way. A helluva a long list for sure, including multiple matters of family, money, career etc.
I was annoyed at this being the most glaring of a long list of things I said I wanted "Someday".
Even more bizarre, was the reality of the physical body I was standing there in, as I recalled a crazy bikini-clad Intracoastal story from a hundred years ago.
Funny story actually. I was with Tina my college roommate at a hotel in Ft. Lauderdale that her "Nanna" and "Pop Pop" stayed at forever. We were by the pool with another gal pal lounging in bikinis when an 'older' guy offered to take us for a boat ride on daredevil Evil Knivel's speedboat. No way!, said Tina.
Of course I went.
Yup just me an the older guy. Think he was 40 to my 20 . Radical for sure back then for me. (I did have the sense to check the guy out with the people at the hotel who said they knew the man for years.) Tina gave me 'that face' when I left as in OMG what am I gonna tell 'Nanna' and 'Pop Pop' if something goes wrong here.
So off I went in a bikini with my horribly curly hair tied up in a knot on my head, into some slick red racing boat with striped red and white leather lean back things because I guess Evil Knievel had no plans to sit. The older guy had bought the boat from Evil Knievel. Once we had left the dock it clicked in that I might have made a mistake. Too late. I just hung on.Then the weirdest thing happened. The guy decided to visit some friends with a house on the Intracoastal. I tried to talk him out of it.
I remember like it was yesterday freaking out that I found myself sitting on some fully dressed older woman's couch in my bikini trying to act normal and make small talk. It was air conditioned, I was freezing and I was thinking to myself how really not normal this was and Tina should see me now, and why do I always get myself in these ridiculous predicaments.
I wondered standing there, if it was one of those houses I was staring out at all these years later.
Oh well...I'm probably now the same age as that lady was.
And quite frankly, time's not up I just need to 'focus' on getting that house on the Intracoastal! I am on it!!!
I just need to add, that I do have a strange suspicion when it does happen, that a day will come when a guy will pull up in his boat and some bikini-clad 20 year old will be sitting on my couch trying to make small talk with me.