Spring break was absolutely amazing for the sole reason that I didn’t have to go to school. I got a break from the drudgery of lectures and a butt ton of work. I never had to set my alarm. It was amazing. Of course, going down to St. Louis to visit my sister and bro-in-law was also a delight. One of the things I was most looking forward to over this particular trip to St. Louie was a visit to the Thaxton, a speakeasy downtown complete with 1920’s decor, a live band, back alley entrance, and a good time. Or so I’m told. Nowhere on the website did it say 21 or older, nor had my sister and her husband ever been carded when they went. But when we all went, there was a different doorkeeper, and he asked for IDs. Thanks Mr. Doorman. I just want to dance. All dressed up and nowhere to go. So we all journeyed back to the much smaller St. Charles where my sister resides and went to a coffee bar for a late open-mic night.

Although I tried not to think of it as school, I had to go to some place environmental for my science class. So I went to the botanical gardens. Let’s just say, I want to live in a rainforest dome. Think of it. Just heading over to the bamboo grove to cook some dinner or curling up in a hammock surrounded by trees covered in orchids.  Perfect. It’d be like a Swiss Family Robinson paradise. (fyi, that’s one of my childhood favorites.)