Faking it
I finally gave my notice at work and then headed down to San Antonio that afternoon for the next morning's flight to Mexico. Although I'd still have two weeks of time to serve at the old job, at least I'd scratch off a few days from my sentence in a tropical locale. Since my negotiations with the new job were finally complete, I'd have that off my list too. Relaxation was on the horizon.
On Saturday night, enjoying our first dinner on the island, I couldn't help but notice that everyone matched. Everywhere I looked, people looked like they just belonged together. Not just couples either... whole groups of friends lifted from some ad campaign for California wine or BMW. One of these things is not like the others, and as usual that thing is me.
The vacation wasn't nearly long enough for me to fully relax, thanks in part to a nasty bout of travel sickness. I'm not sure if I had a virus or food poisoning, but does it really matter when it reduced my beach time to only two weak and feeble days? And no, wise guys, I did NOT drink the water!
On the bright side, I saved a fortune on food and drinks since nothing is appetizing when you're that ill. It was also the first vacation I've ever had where I didn't feel at all compelled to go sight seeing or exploring. Since I've been to the same island before, I felt fully justified to just lay low under an umbrella on the beach (once I was well enough to leave the hotel room again).
It was nice to have a stunt husband to keep me company under the umbrella too. My friend B was part of the gaggle of geeks on this trip with me, and he was a godsend. He checked in on me in my darkest hours and even ran errands for me. Como se dice El Gatorade?
He was basically everything I needed. He'd chit chat when necessary and enjoy the quiet with me too. He never once interrupted my plodding through a massive 988 page tome and didn't seem the least bit annoyed when the italian footnotes had me cackling with laughter. He was willing to forego dinner with the gang for quieter conversation and more spontaneous meals.
Maybe all I really need is a stunt husband?
On Saturday night, enjoying our first dinner on the island, I couldn't help but notice that everyone matched. Everywhere I looked, people looked like they just belonged together. Not just couples either... whole groups of friends lifted from some ad campaign for California wine or BMW. One of these things is not like the others, and as usual that thing is me.
The vacation wasn't nearly long enough for me to fully relax, thanks in part to a nasty bout of travel sickness. I'm not sure if I had a virus or food poisoning, but does it really matter when it reduced my beach time to only two weak and feeble days? And no, wise guys, I did NOT drink the water!
On the bright side, I saved a fortune on food and drinks since nothing is appetizing when you're that ill. It was also the first vacation I've ever had where I didn't feel at all compelled to go sight seeing or exploring. Since I've been to the same island before, I felt fully justified to just lay low under an umbrella on the beach (once I was well enough to leave the hotel room again).
It was nice to have a stunt husband to keep me company under the umbrella too. My friend B was part of the gaggle of geeks on this trip with me, and he was a godsend. He checked in on me in my darkest hours and even ran errands for me. Como se dice El Gatorade?
He was basically everything I needed. He'd chit chat when necessary and enjoy the quiet with me too. He never once interrupted my plodding through a massive 988 page tome and didn't seem the least bit annoyed when the italian footnotes had me cackling with laughter. He was willing to forego dinner with the gang for quieter conversation and more spontaneous meals.
Maybe all I really need is a stunt husband?
posted by Master Dater @ 8:19 AM
3 Comments:
At 8:20 PM,
Anonymous said…
"stunt husband" lol where can i find me one of those....lol
At 8:44 AM,
Anonymous said…
I like this. I need one too. Or at least a stunt boyfriend. Or a stunt f*ck.
At 9:18 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hi MD,
It is great that you seem to be able to work anywhere you want to go- not sure if you write or sing or whatever but this would be so fantastic. If you are a self motivated and disciplined person as you clearly are, this is so the life as you can afford to holiday mostly all the time as you can work where ever you go. Do you find it hard , well did you at the start, to turn down lots of invited to go places and do things though as you had to work from home or you needed to concentrate and new you would get no work done when your mate comes over and wants to talk for a couple of hours?
I am sitting next to some pathetic immature boys at the moment and overhearing there conversation makes me think- gees i need someone at least 4-5 years older then me, these guys can't be serious.
A
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