These Beziats Are Home

Biloxi is now miles away again. The trip was fun, but it's quite nice to be back in Nashville/M'boro. Biloxi was nice and my pictures don't do it justice. I was good at getting shots of the people I love, but lousy at finding pictures of the city and its interesting surroundings. Oh well, that's what Google Image Search is for.

The casinos were fun, but I can't quit my job just yet. The beach was nice, but having my aversion to jellyfish (maybe that's a blog entry for another time), I spent little time getting more than my feet and ankles wet. I mainly hung out at the apartment pool, walked the beachside, and watched MTV in my mother-in-law's home. (I could criticize some MTV programming - "Date My Mom"? - but I have to realize that I am 35 years old and therefore MTV does not recognize my existence anyway.)

That said, I did watch much of the Live8 concert and was wowed at how cool that was. I flipped between that and Williams/Davenport at Wimbledon. Oh my God, what a great match that was. For the ages, maybe? Time will tell. Not rooting for either player and admiring both, I was transfixed by level of excellence this Wimbledon achieved.

But back to the vacation, we had some great laughs and loved our visit. It's good to be back home though. I missed, among other things:

• coffee at Provence
• my neighbors on Cornelius Dr.
• Nashville Public Library Main Branch
• the Waffle House where everyone knows me
• the workplace (sad, but true)
• spending way too much time on the internet

My wife, God love her, drove the entire trip. To and from. But I am much like my dad and drive much too slow for the average American, so it's entirely her choice to do the driving. For my part, I read to her from my new favorite writer Chuck Klosterman's book, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs. As I stated in an email to my taller (but still younger) bro, Paige and I laughed way too much for an old married couple. I love her, indeed.

Vacation over. Back to work.