(Cont. from A Break from the Beach)
It started out as a Saturday drive to the wine country of Southern Missouri, but as night fell, and the bottles of wine we had consumed began to take their toll, W and I decided on a spontaneous change of plans: we’d stay in Ste. Gen overnight. I called around and found a room at a B&B, and without so much as a change of clothes or a spare toothbrush, we checked in. The room had a hot tub I could almost swim in though, so this was no hardship, in spite of having to wear the same clothes the next day.
But before we got to the hot tub, we had a little adventure on the streets of Ste. Gen: I saw a birdhouse.
I know, I know – so what, right? Well, if you are a Scavenger Hunter, you know what a big deal that is. (Okay, it’s not a BIG deal, but any excuse to get a spontaneous Scavenger Hunt!)
But wait, there’s more!
The next day, after a night of hot-tubbing and sloppy, drunken sex, we found yet another birdhouse. Because I’m nothing if not an overachiever.
There’s more to come in Curvaceous Dee’s Scavenger Hunt Month!