Listen.
This is kind of a big deal.
I just booked a flight.
…With money I don’t necessarily “have.”
…In that it “exists” but only in the literal sense. It is actually like spoken for on behalf of bills and Christmas gifts and things. But talking to The BFF last night…after way too long of not, on account of schedules and general “life-getting-in-the-way” crap… I decided that I no longer cared.
…So this morning, I booked a nonstop flight to NOLA for a week in December.
…Because, as an adult, judging the need for wrapping paper, other-people gifts, and happy creditors…I choose “me” instead.
I am a selfish bastard. This is not new.
What IS new is that I just sunk a lot of bucks (to me) to travel to the other part of the US, to be with my sister. And ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
…To ride a bicycle in 70 degree weather through the French Quarter, instead of wade through the rain, here. To sneak in all the secret night spot eateries and meet some four-star chef friends…to drink openly in the streets…tour all the theaters, see The BFF’s show. To uphold our Christmas traditions of cookie-baking, five-course-meal-at-midnight-making, and drunken “White Christmas” sing-alongs.
It isn’t really real yet…’cept only sorta. It’s still that “hope” and “wish” and “intent” feel I’ve had for like two years now to actually DO the thing, instead of just TALK about it. Only now, it’s actually happening. I’ve got a mo-fo flight itinerary in my mailbox, yo!
I’M GOING TO NEW ORLEANS ON VACATION TO VISIT MY BESTIE!
HOLY CRAP!
…AND HURRAH!!
Peace, y’all.
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