Wednesday, July 05, 2006

"It's the freak 'in forth of July!"

Ok, it's the fifth, but that was the best quote I heard yesterday.
Me and the bf headed downtown last night to catch the city fireworks. We found a nice spot on the grass where we laid our blanket and sat. The crowds gathered and most of the other people headed across the bridge to get a better view. About 50 minutes later the show started. What can I say? Wow, Oh, Ah, Eh! Nope, how about blah, or better yet, WTF?!! It was lame. Maybe it was the atmosphere or maybe it was the dry grass poking out of the blanket, or maybe it was the really lame fireworks. I don't know. All I know is that after about 10 minutes I decided I couldn't take anymore. I hesitated because I knew Mark was really enjoying the show and I didn't want to ruin his night, but I finally I just had to say something. I've seen enough, how about you? To my surprise he was ready to go as well. He started folding up the blanket pretty much with me still on it. So we were off, there's the forth for ya...

Speaking of things not to celebrate... Today is my last day of vacation. I've been out of the office for 6 days now, and I can't say that I'm looking forward to a full work day tomorrow. So today, to prove my vacation was worth it I'm enjoying a lunch consisting of cheese balls, two brownies and a coke. These past six days have all kind of been like that. My vacation is my excuse for everything. Should I buy this? Should I eat this? Should I spend my time doing this? Usually the answer would be no, but this week it has been Yes! I'm on vacation! It's like I have immunity to the consequences of these actions while on vacation. Will I still pay the price? Will I have to start eating healthy again? Will I be short on cash until payday? Will I find other, more productive things I could have spent my time on? Yes, yes, and yes. Did I have a wonderful, relaxing vacation? Yes! and that's all that matters.


Well, I had some photos to show you, but they're not downloading right now. I'll try next time.

Anna

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