I’m on my way to Seattle.
I can imagine what you’re thinking–wait, what? Isn’t a vacation across the country the sort of thing that you plan well in advance? So wouldn’t I have mentioned it before now?
Well, yeah. Usually, I mean. Not this time.
I was at work tonight when Pedro (nee Jason) called me. He’s about an hour north of Seattle on business, which is where Mikey lives. He had the weekend off, and his company was going to fly him home. He didn’t see the point of it, so he figured he’d call up Mikey to hang out, so he wanted his phone number.
“Damn,” I said. “I wish I could be there too. That would be a fuckin’ blast.”
Just to see if it was feasible, I checked on flight prices leaving tomorrow. $1500 round trip on the first site, $900 on the next–and then boom, there it was: $377.50 round-trip leaving out of Milwaukee, tomorrow morning. I booked it. I paid nearly $500 when I flew out there last summer, so this was an awesome deal.
The flight leaves at 6:00am. I’m just going to stay awake until then, considering I have to be there by 5:00, and leave Madison by 3:30.
This should be interesting… When Mike and I drink together, crazy shit happens. When Pedro and I drink together, crazier shit happens. None of us have the tolerance for alcohol we used to, which means we’re all going to be that much more out of control.
With any luck, I’ll be back in Madison by 3:00pm Monday to go to work. If not, I’ll probably be hungover in a Seattle jail cell with Mike and Pedro, wondering where my pants are.
February 22, 2007 at 10:27 pm
I really, really hate you right now. Jealousy beyond words.
Have fun.
February 24, 2007 at 5:05 am
Thanks. But just remember that in a few weeks, I’ll be stuck in a cube at SuparNets, and you’ll be in Costa fucking Rica.
February 25, 2007 at 1:50 pm
Actually, I’ll be in Puerto fucking Rico, but close enough.
The point is I’ll be in the Caribbean, on a beach and there will be rum. Lots of rum.