Tomorrow morning I am hopping on an airplane and heading off to Orlando for the start of my two week vacation.
Am I excited? Yes.
Though, truth be told, not as excited as I thought I would have been on the eve of this event. I have never ever ever taken a vacation that has been this long before, and it’s completely thrown me for a loop. The idea of being away from work for two weeks is not only thrilling, but also a bit terrifying. I’m obviously getting paid for the time away from work, but for some reason I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that this vacation will be the catalyst to my immanent bankruptcy.
Also, how in the hell do you pack for two weeks. Two weeks that include everything from a bathing suit to a three piece suit. I need a week’s worth of casual clothes for the first week where I’ll just be putzing around the theme parks, but for the cruise, it seems like I need an entire wardrobe with me. Bathing suit, casual wear for chillin around the ship and exploring the ports, cruise casual (whatever the hell that means) for some of the dinners, semi-formal for others, formal for one dinner, pirate clothes (yes, you read correctly) for the Pirates In The Caribbean Theme Night, and my Halloween costume for Halloween.
Now, I ask you, how in the hell am I supposed to pack all that shit and still have room for my flatiron? Not possible.
It’s about 9pm the night before I leave and I am only partially packed. It’s just such a daunting task this time that I can’t even bring myself to fully commit to tackling it.
Garrett was just here picking up the keys and getting final instructions on keeping Miss Jackson company and paying my rent for me as I won’t be here for the due date. I’m glad that he’s taking care of her while I’m gone as she really seems to like him as much as he likes her. And the fact that Miss Jackson likes anyone (myself included) is nothing short of a miracle.
Joe is going to be here in a bit. He has decided to come with me for a few days, which is exciting. He hasn’t been down to the parks in several years, so there is a lot of new stuff since his last visit to show him, including one entire theme park he’s yet to experience. I always love visiting the theme parks with someone who will be experiencing certain aspects (if not the entirety) of it for the first time.
I know it’s going to be a shitload of fun, and once the two weeks are over, the thought of coming back home and coming back to work will make me want to slit my wrists. That is, unless I decide it’s as un-freakin-believable as I think it’s going to be, and demand they hire me on the ship and never come home.
I wouldn’t put it past me to do it.
In other words, if you don’t hear from me in two weeks, you’ll know one of three things happened:
- I either got drunk off my ass (from one Smirnoff Ice, no less) and fell overboard.
- I chained myself to the ship and refused to leave.
- I realized after two weeks of not being online that the Internet is lame.
Yeah, that last one is never gonna happen.
I’ll see you in two weeks, guys. You’ve got a lot of pictures and video coming your way.
You lucky bastards.