(Note: Don’t forget to get your entries in for this contest. Also I am still on vacation this week; I decided to keep a running diary of what happens on this trip. This is running a week behind and there might potentially be two updates a day depending on length… of the post not my junk. Also I know that there has been trouble with my feed, I am trying to figure it out.)
Monday June, 30th: 6:00 P.M.- I am about to set out on a two-week vacation. Never before in my adult life have I had a two-week vacation… well unless you count the time I left my job as a computer networking consultant aka a sales guy. That was the summer of Kevin. I referred soccer, golfed, dj’d, and abused my severance package. It is debatable if you could call it a vacation because I did actually “work” during it.
For some reason I feel that I need to document this vacation. There isn’t a grand literary plan for this. Maybe it will end up in a blog, maybe it will end up in a self-published book with a circulation under 100, or maybe it will be left to rot on my laptop next to copious amounts of barely legal Asian girl pornography. For some reason I feel this trip is going to be formative. Maybe it is going to close the book completely on my youth. After all I am going to be spending a lot of times with friends I grew up with. Of course I will probably run into girls that I have dated or girls that I think I have slept with but in reality only upset them with a horribly drunken comment about how they may or may not have an Adam’s apple depending on the lighting in the bar.
Or how about I am at a career crossroads where I have an amazing offer that pretty much requires me to move to NYC, it would be my fourth move in a year. Each time I have moved higher up the ladder but created a general wake of unhappiness with it along with a pile of bodies of people I have stepped over and crushed. I don’t feel settled, I don’t feel like I have immediate friends (because every time I make them I have ended up moving), and I am not sure if these moves are for the better. Well beyond monetary gains… At some point I hope to take a treasure bath.
Maybe I just think hilarity will ensue or tragedy. How bad would it suck if this collection of crap were my lead up to an accidental death brought about by tubing on a lake? I did get a concussion from tubing one time. That kind of sucked. In fact I played a baseball game that night, it is really hard to hit when you see three versions of one pitcher. You know what… I am going to lean towards hilarity, just so I feel better about this.
I have to say that thought process that had to go into packing was staggering. How do you pack for basically 14 days? I assume my friends all have laundry facilities in their homes but would it be presumptuous to pack for like 8 days and then bug them to use their washer and dryer? What happens if I use their machine and have to deal with their unmentionables? I am packed and ready to go. I will ship off after a dentist appointment tomorrow.
Will my live make it through this trip? Where did you go/what did you do for July 4th?