It's winter, and I'm wigging out
Well, look at me posting, three days in a row! This could almost become addictive.
A good friend is off in Sydney, Australia until July or August, and he is continually posting pictures on Facebook showing off how lovely it is where he is living, detailing all the fantastic things that he is doing, and how lovely it is for him to jog to Manly Beach in the morning before work, then go swimming at a harborside open pool after work. Then, of course, he is texting me about how handsome all the men are, and how good the food is, and how fantastic the weather is.
Well, I've had about enough.
It is NOT nice to rub your exceedingly good fortune in the face of those of us condemned to a Northeastern winter, despite the alarming mildness of the weather in winter 2012 so far. The problem is, I can't think of an adequate revenge that I can commit from such a distance. However, I assure you, once I have thought of something I will implement it with swiftness and energy.
If the weather cooperates, that is. A few solid days of cold and grey and I could end up just fetal in a corner unable to do much more than burble drool.
There was a time in our lives when we used to take warm weather vacations in the winter. We would have a long weekend in Southern California somewhere (or, once, in Florida, though the horror of that state has prevented us from returning). Then we would have a week-long vacation towards April, just to tide us over until spring truly arrived, and would go somewhere like Costa Rica (inexpensive, but lovely). Now, the hubby's job is effectively preventing him from taking any vacation to speak of. Not that this is entirely awful for him. He does, as part of his job, get to go on business trips to countries all over the world (usually with at least some relaxation time). He just got drafted into a long weekend in Los Angeles shopping for new samples. It will be hard on him, of course, but I am sure the poolside time at the expensive hotel will help him survive, somehow.
This leaves me in this godforsaken hell-hole in winter (no, really, I like NYC, but this time of year it is DREARY). And, due to the costs of tooth replacement that I accrued in August and am still repaying, I have about enough money to spend on a trip that I could afford a day trip to Newark, NJ. There is a bright side, of course - there is always someone at home to shovel cat poop while hubby travels. No need to accrue pet sitter expenses!
You can tell it has been a long time since I've had a proper, travel vacation. In the last two years the only one was a week in Provincetown this summer, all of which I spent desperately ill with Lyme Disease and unable to go out in the sun due to the antibiotics. Or, drink. Yeah, that was a wild party week for me.
But, I have set up a super secret sneaky savings account (OK, the hubby knows of it, but he's the only one). This is one of those Orange accounts, on the web. I am slowly squirreling money into it as a "for emergencies only" fund that is hard to access but always there. One of these days the hubby is going to come home from work to find extra cases of cat food on the counter, and a simple note:
"Off on vacation, be back sometime soon. You'll recognize me as the guy who looks like your husband, but with a tan, when I return. Don't forget to clean the litter boxes daily!"
And off I'll be.
I mean, for Pete's sake, I still have leftover vacation unused from last year (unused because he could never go on vacation, not because I couldn't). If I don't use it by April, I lose it. This is NOT acceptable.
I don't love working that much. I just love a paycheck.
But, in the end, it'll likely just be a day trip to the Korean Spa (all of $38), a nice lunch and a day or two out of the office. Sometime this neverfuckingending recession will ease up a bit and I will have hope of travel once again. Before I'm 70, I hope.
Though, if I do have to wait till 70, I will make sure to do it in classic older-man gay style. With a banana-yellow thong only and a vicious tan at the poolside, with a big fruity drink and serious harassment of the waiters. I'll be just bitter enough for that by then if I have to wait that long!
Did I, er, mention I'm not a fan of winter? Yeah.
Happy Wednesday.
A good friend is off in Sydney, Australia until July or August, and he is continually posting pictures on Facebook showing off how lovely it is where he is living, detailing all the fantastic things that he is doing, and how lovely it is for him to jog to Manly Beach in the morning before work, then go swimming at a harborside open pool after work. Then, of course, he is texting me about how handsome all the men are, and how good the food is, and how fantastic the weather is.
Well, I've had about enough.
It is NOT nice to rub your exceedingly good fortune in the face of those of us condemned to a Northeastern winter, despite the alarming mildness of the weather in winter 2012 so far. The problem is, I can't think of an adequate revenge that I can commit from such a distance. However, I assure you, once I have thought of something I will implement it with swiftness and energy.
If the weather cooperates, that is. A few solid days of cold and grey and I could end up just fetal in a corner unable to do much more than burble drool.
There was a time in our lives when we used to take warm weather vacations in the winter. We would have a long weekend in Southern California somewhere (or, once, in Florida, though the horror of that state has prevented us from returning). Then we would have a week-long vacation towards April, just to tide us over until spring truly arrived, and would go somewhere like Costa Rica (inexpensive, but lovely). Now, the hubby's job is effectively preventing him from taking any vacation to speak of. Not that this is entirely awful for him. He does, as part of his job, get to go on business trips to countries all over the world (usually with at least some relaxation time). He just got drafted into a long weekend in Los Angeles shopping for new samples. It will be hard on him, of course, but I am sure the poolside time at the expensive hotel will help him survive, somehow.
This leaves me in this godforsaken hell-hole in winter (no, really, I like NYC, but this time of year it is DREARY). And, due to the costs of tooth replacement that I accrued in August and am still repaying, I have about enough money to spend on a trip that I could afford a day trip to Newark, NJ. There is a bright side, of course - there is always someone at home to shovel cat poop while hubby travels. No need to accrue pet sitter expenses!
You can tell it has been a long time since I've had a proper, travel vacation. In the last two years the only one was a week in Provincetown this summer, all of which I spent desperately ill with Lyme Disease and unable to go out in the sun due to the antibiotics. Or, drink. Yeah, that was a wild party week for me.
But, I have set up a super secret sneaky savings account (OK, the hubby knows of it, but he's the only one). This is one of those Orange accounts, on the web. I am slowly squirreling money into it as a "for emergencies only" fund that is hard to access but always there. One of these days the hubby is going to come home from work to find extra cases of cat food on the counter, and a simple note:
"Off on vacation, be back sometime soon. You'll recognize me as the guy who looks like your husband, but with a tan, when I return. Don't forget to clean the litter boxes daily!"
And off I'll be.
I mean, for Pete's sake, I still have leftover vacation unused from last year (unused because he could never go on vacation, not because I couldn't). If I don't use it by April, I lose it. This is NOT acceptable.
I don't love working that much. I just love a paycheck.
But, in the end, it'll likely just be a day trip to the Korean Spa (all of $38), a nice lunch and a day or two out of the office. Sometime this neverfuckingending recession will ease up a bit and I will have hope of travel once again. Before I'm 70, I hope.
Though, if I do have to wait till 70, I will make sure to do it in classic older-man gay style. With a banana-yellow thong only and a vicious tan at the poolside, with a big fruity drink and serious harassment of the waiters. I'll be just bitter enough for that by then if I have to wait that long!
Did I, er, mention I'm not a fan of winter? Yeah.
Happy Wednesday.