Don't you get tired of people who complain ad nausea about things they already knew about -- things that they knew full well would happen even before they did? Like going into the bank and cashing a check and then getting upset because they asked to see your photo ID. Like boarding an airplane last with a giant carry-on bag and getting totally bent out of shape because there is no room left for it. Like being on reserve/standby as a flight attendant and sporting a precious icky attitude because your Crew Scheduling Department calls you to go and fly on a trip that particular day. Like getting all worked up because you used the services of a business and then they have the nerve to send you a bill in the mail for it and demand payment. Boo hoo. Big boo hoo. Poor little babies. I just don't get it. Nothing surprising or unusual about any of the above scenarios. Expected. Planned for. You knew it ahead of time. And, yet, you still choose to get bent out of shape and sport a bad attitude. Get over it. Get a new life. Enuf.
I have a week's vacation coming up right after Easter in April. It's always one of those semi uncomfortable times when I may, or may not, plan to vacation alone. I have done it once or twice. LoverBoy hasn't done it by himself yet in spite of my prodding. So, I'm not sure. Should I stay home and work extra trips? Should I go somewhere really cool and exciting (and feel badly the entire trip because I know how much LoverBoy would enjoy it)? Should I find a friend who wouldn't mind me staying with them for a few days and go and visit? How about somewhere completely new, where I don't know a single soul. Now, that's weird, isn't it? But I would do it. I like that kind of stuff. I've had Facebook suggestions for the following places: South Africa; London; Sharon Springs, New York; Tucson; American Southwest Desert; Las Vegas; Palm Springs; Minneapolis/St. Paul; Key West; Orlando; Danbury, Connecticut; Sydney, Australia; Tahiti; and even Jordan Valley, Oregon. Is it a time to go and meet some of my blogger friends whom I've never met? I've done that before and always enjoyed it. And, then, do you get a hotel or stay at their house? Weird....those situations. Is it time to head to a mountain top by myself and stare into space? A yoga retreat? New York City to see a show and walk around? I don't know. It always feels funny going by myself. I just don't know. But I'm totally open to your ideas and suggestions.
My brother in law is coming to visit his mom this week. For an entire 24 hours. He hasn't been up to visit forever. His mom has been through hell the last few months. I'm trying to have a better attitude. Oh, who am I kidding. No I'm not.
I have layovers this next two weeks in Seattle, Denver, and Chicago. No plans. But it will be nice to get back to work. I've been off for two weeks on vacation. As much fun as that is, it gets old after a bit. I need a little more structure after a while.
We have finalized our plans for attending Bear Week in Provincetown this summer. It's the 10th anniversary of the annual celebration. We attended last year and I can't tell you how much we enjoyed it. Such a great, welcoming group of men from all over the place. Relaxed, enjoyable, restful, and a whole lotta fun! You should consider it. And while I'm chatting up P-Town, have you seen the P-Town Diaries yet? Wow. Such a great documentary on the history of Provincetown. The people who created the gay mecca. The writers, artists and such that made it such a great place today. The protests, the good times, the thousands of visitors that journey all of the way out to the very tip of Cape Code each year to enjoy P-Town. Check out the P-Town Diaries if you get a chance.
We are getting ready for Portland's Red Dress Party on April 17. Plenty of out-of-town visitors even come for it. It's an annual event to raise money for Portland's Q Center, Cascade AIDS Project, and other organizations that needs funding. Everybody that attends wears a red dress. We've never gone....we're virgins and really looking forward to it. We've had nothing but giggles -- actually outright laughter -- in the process of finding just the right dress, earrings, makeup, shoes, and all of that. What with our birthing-sized hips, thick ankles, and manly shoulders, it's been quite the trip.