A Hard Rock Weekend

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa

My Gypsy Soul, Hard Rock Tampa
We got the rare treat of spending a very “grown up” weekend in Tampa for the FSU vs. USF football game. It was fabulous. I wore a dress and it wasn’t even Sunday. I even painted my fingernails red and glam. Since this situation is normally fairly short-lived, I figured I ought to document it for posterity’s sake.

This was my first trip to the Hard Rock Cafe/Hotel/Casino in Tampa. The rock ‘n roll memorabilia was quite impressive. MJ’s hat, Elvis’s rhinestone suit, and Cher’s jewels were some of the highlights. However, I’ll be honest, I think I liked Gene’s shoes the best. We now see who Lady Gaga has been channeling all along.

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FSU as a grown up

It’s becoming a Labor Day tradition that our entire family makes the pilgrimage back to FSU to watch the first home football game of the season together at Doak Campbell Stadium.

My Gypsy Soul, FSU vs. Murray State

It would only make sense that we do this, considering every last one of us graduated from the place with various degrees including both graduate and undergraduate.

My Gypsy Soul, FSU vs. Murray State

We were all students there once, sitting on those scorching hot bleachers in student seating, 
sweating so much we needed salt tablets less we passed out. 
(also, the booze we had duck taped under our seats didn’t help matters)
Yes, a few members of our family (all) contributed to making FSU 
the #1 party school in the nation while we were there. 
(A rank they sadly lost after we matriculated out. Coincidence? I think not.)
Boy, oh boy, times have changed. Being a grown up really has its perks.
No more student seating for us! 
This weekend we were enjoying the sky box, soaking up the air conditioning,
 and somebody delivered our booze to us, no duck tape required!

My Gypsy Soul, FSU vs. Murray State

The Marching Chiefs are still putting on a good show.

My Gypsy Soul, FSU vs. Murray State

And you never fail to get awkward cheerleader shots 
where half the team is looking up their teammate’s skirt.
What was going on there anyway? Nothing to see folks, nothing to see.

My Gypsy Soul, FSU vs. Murray State

Shake, shake…coin toss. Guys I don’t know. Let the game begin!

My Gypsy Soul, FSU vs. Murray State

Our mascot, Chief Osceola on Renegade. Still my favorite part of every game when he jams the flaming spear into the logo painted on the middle of the field.

My Gypsy Soul, FSU vs. Murray State

And then takes off and rides away. So much fun. 
Hard to believe it’s been fifteen years since I graduated.
Even harder to believe that next year, two of my nieces will be freshman at FSU or somewhere else. 
The hands on the clock keep moving, whether you want them to or not.

Alligator Point, Florida

Labor Day Weekend, September 2012:

My Gypsy Soul, Alligator Point Beach House

We drove over to the beach house on Friday night and got there just as the sun was going down. I love the lingering twilight in the above photo and the silhouettes of the sea oats.

My Gypsy Soul, Alligator Point Beach House

I still haven’t mastered taking photos of the moon. The moon was so full and bright and beautiful that night; and I later learned that it was actually a blue moon and there wouldn’t be another until 2015. So it was a special moon too.

My Gypsy Soul, Alligator Point Beach House

Gorgeous sunset shots on the way back from Posey’s.

My Gypsy Soul, Alligator Point Beach House

My Gypsy Soul, Alligator Point Beach House

A shot of the boardwalk behind the house leading down to the beach on the morning we left.

My Gypsy Soul, Alligator Point Beach House

And this poor dead crab who became our mascot. It started on Saturday morning when the kiddo found him, newly dead, on the beach. He brought him in the house and put him in bed with his sleeping teenaged girl cousin. Words cannot describe the shriek that came from her room when she woke up and found him there.
Afterwards, I’m not sure who propped his sad dead body on the deck railing, but that is where he stayed all weekend long. Unfortunately, that is where he remained even after I snapped this last minute photo as we were leaving.
I think we should have named him Carlos, with his hollow eyes and vacant stare. 
Hasta la vista, Carlos.