Saturday, October 05, 2013
Well, I am now no longer excited about going to the Renaissance Festival. I thought it was going to be great vacation and a reward for doing so well but others around me don't see it as important. My husband doesn't want to go. My parents are going but don't want to shell out the money for a hotel room so they will go camping. In a tent. Sleeping on the ground. PORT-A-POTTY. The choice is either I go and drive the 8 hours there by myself in the car and stay at the hotel by myself and drive myself to the fair and not drink at all or enjoy any semblance of the reward. OR I can sleep on the ground in the same tent as my snoring parents on a mosquito infested campground.
OH JOY. WHICH CHOICE SUCKS LESS?
ANSWER: THEY BOTH SUCK EQUALLY.
I just give up. No rewarding trip for me. I'll drive the 8 hours there, pick up this god forsaken passport, then drive myself back on the same bloody day.
80 days left.