In case you missed the memo, I recently got back from a 10-day vacay at Topsail Beach, NC (with the majority of my mother’s extended family, who all hail from “Little” Washington, NC. If you’re not familiar with this gem of a town in Eastern North Carolina, that is another story for another, more profane day). From said vacay I received the following: a sunburn, heightened blood pressure, approx. 7 extra pounds, assorted freckles, a feather/tinsel hairpiece that is a lot cooler than it sounds, a small, single ear piercing that is ALSO a lot cooler than it sounds, a handful of hangovers and a partridge in a pear tree.
And in the words of Miley Cyrus, it was “pretty cool!” (sidenote: I LOVE THIS SKIT – WATCH IT).
Srsly. All in all, we had a superfun time, everyone (mostly) got along (which was nothing short of miracle), and the icing on the cake was being able to share it all with A Painted Shel’s illustrator HERSELF (Erin) and bestie/Bon Iver-loving Elaine! In between my friends and family, the sun and the sand, the copious amounts of free food and booze, the general lack of New York-y obligations … Suddenly, I found myself in The Land of Happy (from L to R: Elaine, Erin, Me).
“The Land of Happy” from Where the Sidewalk Ends
Have you been to the land of happy,
Where everyone’s happy all day,
Where they joke and they sing
Of the happiest things,
And everything’s jolly and gay?
There’s no one unhappy in Happy
There’s laughter and smiles galore.
I have been to The Land of Happy -
What a bore.
- Shel Silverstein
But yeah, I mean, after 10 days of all that happy, who wouldn’t want to come back to The Land of Grumpy? Angry New Yorkers are where it’s AT! They my peoples now.