I had planned to only take a few days off this month when my boss swaggered into my office boasting about his 100 accrued hours of vacation time. “I’m definitely gonna take some time off soon,” he said.
“Well I have 71 hours and I am only taking three days off.” I replied.
“Wow, 71 already? You should take the whole week off.”
So I am.
I just bought a bus ticket for a short trip to NYC to visit some friends from college. I don’t know if I will get to see everyone I’d like to see, honestly, I’m not sure that matters. I, of course, want to see every one of my pals that I don’t get to see often but I really just want to get away from this area for awhile. NYC is about as far from Norfolk, VA as you can get, as far as scenery and overall vibe, without going to the west coast. I just need a damn break.
Unfortunately, Kim won’t be coming a long, but this gives her a break from my nonsense too. When I come back we’re having a “staycation” in Ghent. She says I have to bring her back some Italian cookies like the ones we got in Brooklyn last time we were up there. I won’t be staying in Brooklyn this time, but I am sure I’ll find something.
I am travelling with a small charter bus company (i.e. not a Greyhound) and the price is a ridiculous bargain. If it works out well I might do this more often.
Brett: since I just remembered that I forgot to call you, this is my formal announcement that I am coming to the City and if you can make it out, I’d love to meet up.
