Weekend getaways

It’s that time of year when you look outside your window and it’s bright and sunny and you think to yourself, I should be somewhere that is not this stupid office and not this stupid city. I should be vacationing damn it. It’s that fall out from 12 + years of actually having a summer vacation. You are trained to expect that time off, and your body needs it. When you become and adult and have to work the whole stupid year round, summers become a little depressing. So you try to plan little getaways to make it more bearable. Pants and I are hoping to plan a weekend away and are starting to figure out costs. We thought it would be best to keep it local to save on some cash. AC weekends are always cheesy fun, but guess what it costs for a two night stay – $1,000 – that’s right crappy little Atlantic City is a grand, and that’s for a regular room, not including transportation. I don’t know who they think they are in AC, but as I recall it’s all hookers and homeless on that boardwalk – well, that plus fudge – which almost makes it easier to ignore the homeless, but still. You try to reason that the cost is doable, cause you’ll probably “make some back on the tables,” but what that really means is you’ll actually end up spending twice as much. So you leave AC with major budget issues, with clothes that you have to burn because the stench of cigarette smoke is so firmly embedded and with a nagging “joisey” accent that you can’t kick. So not worth it, we can go to Miami for half the price.

If you can identify the lovely lady of the night in the pic, you need to cancel your HBO and get a hobby.