Mini Summer Vacation
I am bringing back the concept of Summer Vacation (for adults) - Who's with me?!
Summer vacation - those carefree days when time had no meaning, except to define whether it was time to hit Denny's for the Moons over My-Hammy or... the... no...wait - they are a near-perfect food that may be consumed any time day or night!
Which leads me to my present point: Even though most of us carry the marginal trappings of adulthood, we also cling lovingly to the tattered remnants of summer vacation, which is why we all long for Fridays so much (the day of the week - not the artery-busting establishment which prides itself on the prodigious amounts of cheese, salt and bacon that can be added to everything on the menu from the Potato Skins to the Mud Pie).
Yes, we all pine away for Fridays, even though for most of us, that day simply means we trade in our commute to work, and pounding on keyboards like trained chimps, for long peaceful drives to Home Depot or dry cleaners or Best Buy, and the satisfaction of drawing a line through "replace burned out hallway light" off our to-do lists.
No, we must reclaim the magic of our youth and make our weekends (at a minimum) more summer-y:
Why wait for that "special occassion" to visit the restaurant with the really good steaks? Why is there a requirement that you be entertaining out of town guests for you to go to the museum, or the scenic byways of your town? Why does it have to be a bachelor or bachelorette party to justify the alcohol, strippers, goats, pumpkin puree, velcro body suit and... ahem... well... you get the idea. Enjoy life. Break out the good (scotch... china... suit.. whatever).
WHO'S WITH ME?!!?
Summer vacation - those carefree days when time had no meaning, except to define whether it was time to hit Denny's for the Moons over My-Hammy or... the... no...wait - they are a near-perfect food that may be consumed any time day or night!
Which leads me to my present point: Even though most of us carry the marginal trappings of adulthood, we also cling lovingly to the tattered remnants of summer vacation, which is why we all long for Fridays so much (the day of the week - not the artery-busting establishment which prides itself on the prodigious amounts of cheese, salt and bacon that can be added to everything on the menu from the Potato Skins to the Mud Pie).
Yes, we all pine away for Fridays, even though for most of us, that day simply means we trade in our commute to work, and pounding on keyboards like trained chimps, for long peaceful drives to Home Depot or dry cleaners or Best Buy, and the satisfaction of drawing a line through "replace burned out hallway light" off our to-do lists.
No, we must reclaim the magic of our youth and make our weekends (at a minimum) more summer-y:
Why wait for that "special occassion" to visit the restaurant with the really good steaks? Why is there a requirement that you be entertaining out of town guests for you to go to the museum, or the scenic byways of your town? Why does it have to be a bachelor or bachelorette party to justify the alcohol, strippers, goats, pumpkin puree, velcro body suit and... ahem... well... you get the idea. Enjoy life. Break out the good (scotch... china... suit.. whatever).
WHO'S WITH ME?!!?
posted by Mitch at 3:26 PM
5 Comments:
Real men work 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. Vacation is for chumps.
Fortunately, I'm comfortable being a chump...
Real men bring their alcohol to work in flasks so they can get through those days anyway...
Cocktails anyone?!
Where do you think I am posting from right now?
(oh.. thank you - no... I don't need the umbrella)...
Hmmm - this sounds like a justification of the "How many times do you live" bit.
Does the "how many times you live" NEED justification?
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