Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Queen of Cornhole

“I think I’m the queen of cornhole.” I said to my dad, “Wait, that sounds nasty doesn’t it?”

My dad shrugged, “You are what you are, Steph. You are what you are.”

It was Christmas day and my family and I had taken a walk down the beach before dinner. And after just having been in Ohio, I was loving every minute of sunshine and blue sky.

I grew up in Ohio and Illinois. I played in the snow, went sledding at the park, stayed inside when the news said your skin would freeze if exposed to air longer than a minute. I remember this, my body however does not.

My husband, Danny "Is this a snowstorm?" Gimenez, was in Ohio with me. He grew up in Miami and has maybe seen snow and freezing temperatures once or twice. This though, did not change the fact that the both of us stood huddled and begging for mercy anytime we were forced to be outside. Upon arriving somewhere we often ran from the car to the building like banshees escaping laser eyed baboons (those aren’t real by the way, I made ‘em up).

Anyway, on the 18 hour drive back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky we were to get to go home to a land where winter means a few brief freezes, a land where "cold" means grab a light coat or sweater, not frostbitten toes and scraping ice from your windshield every morning.

I have taken Florida for granted. My Christmas holidays are annually spent between Miami and a tiny little island on the Gulf of Mexico. Christmas Eve and the days preceding are spent enjoying the tropical flora of Miami and Christmas finds us driving across barrier islands.

On our Chistmas day beach stroll, my family and I stopped at one of the beachside bars. They had adirondack chairs set up in sand and a volleyball game going. People were tossing bean bags back and forth and we decided to play. I asked someone how. “See that bean bag,” he pointed with his cigarette, “throw it into that hole.” He gestured with his beer can hand to a board with a hole in it about 30 feet off.

I played for awhile with Danny and my brothers, and earned the title of cornhole queen (Okay fine, I gave the title to myself, but I’m still counting it.)

After we were done we stayed there for awhile. Enjoying our Christmas day shoreside at a weather worn drinking hole called the Cottage. My mom and dad were perched on barstools behind me, looking out onto the Gulf. The sun was sorbet orange as it started to set. My feet were in the sand. Danny was playing beach volleyball.

Wait…what?

Yeah, Danny “I’ve-only-seen-his-bare-feet-once-since-we’ve-been-married” Gimenez was playing beach volleyball….with strangers. And he was pretty good too. Eventually my brother and my cousin joined in until they were a regular bad news bears success story of the sand court set.

So once again I’ve brought you to the end of a blog and I don’t have a point (oh stop complaining, I know you do far more useless things on the internet.) I suppose my point is this. As my dad said, I am what I am. I’d like to think I’m tough enough to brave the winter weather, but the truth is, I’m not, or at least don’t want to be. We may not have white Christmases down here, and it’s true we have cockroaches the size of schooners, but I’d rather be the Cornhole Queen of Ft. Myers Beach than shivering, shaking, and sloshing through ice and snow.

7 comments:

MsLisaL said...

Amen, Sister! If I never have to drive though snow and ice again, it will be too soon. A couple of xmases ago, we all went outside and played with the new super-soakers I had gotten everyone. Can't do that up north!

Nicole said...

Umm, it is gonna be 16 degrees tonight in Florida.

P.S. - My brother has a cornhole game thing and when I asked where on earth he saw it he was forced to reveal it was in the parking lot of a NASCAR race.

So for fun, I always imagine a bunch of redneck guys all around getting drunk together OPENLY playing cornhole, hee hee (this is only funny if you understand cornhole as a gay euphemism).

Always brings a smile to my face.

Steph said...

yeah, and it will be NEGATIVE 16 in Ohio---still glad I'm in florida...playing cornhole ;)

Yvonne said...

Yeah, I'm so jealous! Never mind December, we're still fighting the damn snow and ice up here!

Someone was definitely drunk when he (yes, it must have been a 'he') said, "Yeah, man, 'cornhole' is a great name for this game!"

Jocelyne said...

Yes, you definitely are who you are, NO mistaking that. Just you go ahead and be "The Cornhole Queen" of WARM, SUNNY Florida. I would place you somewhere between the Gloria Gaynor version of the song “I am what I am” and the Jonas Brothers version. Me, I’m Gloria’s version all the way. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uj8C43r4zm0) ;)

Cornhole Game said...

Ya Ohio is not a fun place to be right now. Wish I was in Florida. Of course it may make you appreciate the summers if you live through winters like this. IDK...just my two cents.

Kelly said...

Gee, thanks a lot!! :-P

I am, in the meanwhile, preparing for 8 inches of snow tomorrow.

Double :-P