Well ... the greatest trip that I will ever take comes up a little less that 10 days from now. I'm hoping it's all that it's being made out to be. There should be a lot of awesome places to take pictures of giant checker boards, people on the beach, and sunsets. It's awesome that I can eat whenever I want to, and eat great food prepared by someone else, and drink beer or soda or bottled water whenever I want to ... without having to pay any more than I've already paid. It should be cool that I can hang out on a beach and play soccer or read a book or take pictures of the clear blue water.
All that should be sweet. Don't tell anyone, but no matter if I meet the girl of my dreams or end up with a week long sexual romp with some girl that I'll never see again down in the Dominican Republic ... in no way, shape, or form will this trip be any where close to my trip to the Mediterranean. Sorry. I understand that a lot of people are all sorts of pumped up for this trip, and "it's the greatest trip you'll ever take" since everyone I know is married and are planning on having kids at some point soon. I'm not ... on either account. It's not going to be the greatest trip I've ever been on ... and I'm sorry to say that it's not going to be the greatest trip that I'll ever be on either. I have a lot more fun planned in trips to England, back to Sicily, or NHL drafts than I do for this week long "vacation".
The good thing is that I got in when the getting was good. This week long excursion to another country doesn't cost me anything more than going down the ocean would cost for a week over Memorial Day weekend. Sure, I could have used the money for house stuff ... fixing things up or creating something amazing once I buy my own place ... or going on a trip that I wanted to take. At the end of the day though, it's not really the money.
I'll check back in once I'm back, that way everyone can read about the greatest trip I'll ever take.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Maybe I cared?
"I'm not exactly sure what happened" seems to be the theme of 2011, at least so far this year for me. There have been two big utterances of this phrase, and it's probably been used in passing at other times.
I write this morning after the Caps season has come to an end. They played well through their first round dismantling of the New York Rangers, however never really showed up for Round 2. Maybe it was the weather ... maybe it was a team familiar with their style ... maybe it was a hot goalie ... maybe it was a trap system. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but getting swept from the Stanley Cup Playoffs wasn't what I envisioned. At the end of the day, I didn't expect the Caps to win the Stanley Cup this season. Nor will I ever expect the Caps to win the Stanley Cup. That's for the more brazen or more entitled fan bases out there ... or even the other 85% of the Caps fans now. It's not for me. But maybe, just maybe, I started to care. Maybe I made time to watch the games or maybe I cheered a little louder than I really wanted to. Maybe I started to believe something good could actually happen. At the end of the day though, all I did was believe in a lie. I should have listened to my own advice. I shouldn't have cared about an outcome that I can't control at all. Maybe I should have just learned from what happened to me earlier in the year. Maybe I should have realized my "she's doesn't call back" analogy was spot on. But where's the fun in that?
I write this morning after the Caps season has come to an end. They played well through their first round dismantling of the New York Rangers, however never really showed up for Round 2. Maybe it was the weather ... maybe it was a team familiar with their style ... maybe it was a hot goalie ... maybe it was a trap system. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but getting swept from the Stanley Cup Playoffs wasn't what I envisioned. At the end of the day, I didn't expect the Caps to win the Stanley Cup this season. Nor will I ever expect the Caps to win the Stanley Cup. That's for the more brazen or more entitled fan bases out there ... or even the other 85% of the Caps fans now. It's not for me. But maybe, just maybe, I started to care. Maybe I made time to watch the games or maybe I cheered a little louder than I really wanted to. Maybe I started to believe something good could actually happen. At the end of the day though, all I did was believe in a lie. I should have listened to my own advice. I shouldn't have cared about an outcome that I can't control at all. Maybe I should have just learned from what happened to me earlier in the year. Maybe I should have realized my "she's doesn't call back" analogy was spot on. But where's the fun in that?
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