Beach Blues
Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008I am looking at going on vacation with Squirrel Queen.
So far, we figure we can afford …. drum roll please …
not much.
We haven’t had a proper vacation in five years. By proper, I mean decadent. Other than going to see our blogger buddies around the state (whom we adore and always have a good time) or on business trips, there hasn’t been an actual vacation. I’ve noticed myself gravitating out to her mom’s farm just to get away from it all. Umm, that’s not a vacation, that’s avoiding reality and the telephone. And getting bit by bugs.
Yeah, it could be worse. I get that.
So, this morning I decided to get online and see what I could find. If we have to drive, then I want to stay at least four nights. We both took on more blogger work to raise some cash. Those avenues ended in May but we haven’t spent the money.
I want the beach. I want to smell the salt and get a burn, read books, drink fruity drinks and eat shellfish until I puke. As I don’t camp and have no skills outside other than walking to the car, this isn’t an option. And, of course, Squirrelly ain’t helping.
I want sand.
I can afford Paris Landing.
Sigh.










