One of my favourite things to do is to people watch. Tonight I was in the restaurant at my hotel observing two very different scenarios.
The first was a couple on my left, in their mid 40's, who barely said a word to each other the whole time they were there. They didn't seem to enjoy each other's company at all, and couldn't find a conversation that they seemed to have a vested interest in on both sides. My impression was that marriage had probably run its course. He seemed helpless and she seemed disinterested.
To my right, the somewhat opposite. A woman in her late 50's, early 60's. She was originally from New York and had been living the last few years in Florida (Pensacola I think she said). She's apparently been coming to Biloxi for many years. One day she just told her husband she was going, he said ok goodbye, and she got in the car and drove 7 hours to get here. She's happy as spit to be enjoying the "her" time, just relaxing and eating her pecan pie.
That'll probably be me when I'm her age. Not a care in the world, off to the freedom of my heart's content, driving endless miles just to be someplace that grounds and humbles me. It would beat being the other couple for shizzle. I actually found myself thinking "if I'm like that when I'm married that we can't even talk to each other like we enjoy being with each other, then just shoot me".
As a cliff note, pecan pie is huge in the south for some reason. I don't get it.
Tia
