Oh how I'd love to not come back, though I wouldn't want to stay permanently at this weekend's destination. I suppose I like Houston as much as the next guy, but if my friends moved to someplace a little less humid, I don't know that I'd ever go back there.
This weekend's happiness is to be camping at the Renn Faire near Houston with friends. Since I've not taken any vacation for a whole ... (flipping through the calendar) six weeks, I thought I'd head on down there, hug friends, chew on turkey drumsticks, and participate in the Great American Past-time known as spending cash. Though I guess that's more like the Mediocre American Past-time since I'm not putting anything on credit cards, but I'm okay with that.
Really though, this is the last vacation I have planned for the year. Until I figure out what to do for the holidaze anyway.
The Start, The Underwater Song
Where are we going? And why are we in this handbasket?
1 comment:
Well, hope your vacation was/is enjoyable.
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