Well, we're back from our Martha's Vineyard vacation. Love that place! We managed to squeeze so much activities and eats into six fun-filled, yet bone exhausting days. Would you believe me if I told you I even managed three before-the-break-of-dawn workouts all while cussing out my sister-in-law, Nicole (Jillian Michaels in-training) for the torment she inflicted, pushing me past the point of pain? It was sheer torture. Although the highlights of the vacation were many, one exceeded all others — I'm sure you'll think me crazy in a few. The highlight of my 2012 Vineyard vacay was not the private BET party nor rubbing shoulders or hobnobbing with notable personalities and celebrities, nor attending Grand Illumination nor Fireworks night, nor vibing with Wynton Marsalis as he smote the Tabernacle with jazz worthy of Count Basie's Orchestra and totally reminiscent of the Bleek Gilliam Quintet jammin' in Mo'Better Blues. The highlight was stumbling upon Murdick's Fudge. I spent the better part of many days wondering why I hadn't noticed this shop last year, thinking perhaps my husband successfully managed to turn my head in the opposite direction, distracting me with something else each time we passed the decadent shop. However, him was not so successful this time around. Hee hee!
*Pause for Confessions of an Addict* You have not lived until you've tasted Murdick's Fudge. Upon my word, I declare it to be the best damn thing around. On par with air and water, so it would be safe to assume that I practically lived in that shop for five days, became best friends with the staff and dropped oodles of cash on this ridiculously good soul satisfying sustenance. Yes, I said soul satisfying. And yes, I referred to it as sustenance. Shameful, I know. I understand my addiction and am fully aware that I might require some help in overcoming it in the far future, thank you very much. Anyhoo, much love to Laverne, Tanya, Omar, Mark and Shaddy for the love and feeding my addiction. *End of confession and shameless plug*
Missing from MV this year was the energy and presence of the First Family and all who accompany them: Secret Service and the Press Corps. Cute side note: After the President visited a Bunch of Grapes Bookstore last year (photograph taken by Peter Richardson outside the bookstore), the establishment needed a larger location to accommodate the traffic the POTUS and his daughters drummed up (although I'm told expansion was in the works for some time prior to POTUS's visit, I've drawn my own conclusions *smiles*). So just one year later, Bunch of Grapes Bookstore crossed the street, branched out and now boasts more square footage to accommodate lovers of written words, the authors who share them, and even Presidents who purchase them.
A Pictorial Companion For those of you interested in seeing Martha's Vineyard from Chase and Tia's perspective, here's a little something especially for you: a pictorial companion to a portion of Never Said It Was Easy. I've compiled a number of photographs for you to enjoy. After reading the second novel, I'm sure you'll get quite the chuckle out of a few pictures.