A Vacation……From My Problems

I don’t get to take a ton of time off from work. A random day here or there, and an occasional holiday, but a real vacation for me is hard to come by. I took almost 2 weeks off around Christmas last year. Before that my last vacation came back in the summer of 1998 before I started with the Vil. So when I take time off, I try to maximize it. So in essence, lots of miles to cover and activities to do. Thus is the saga of this past 4th of July weekend. I actually started my time off on the 3rd of July, when I traveled to Brookhaven (a suburb of Philly) to stay with some friends at their home. Since I didn’t have to work that day I got up late (9 AM) and took my time getting ready for my trip. I wanted to make it there before traffic really picked up around Philly, so I left at about 2:30pm.

The PA turnpike is generally an ok road to travel, and for the most part this was true that day. I was talking to my Grammy on the phone for awhile (since I hadn’t spoken with her after her return to the US) about her vacation when traffic slowed down. It didn’t come to a stand still…but both lanes were just at a crawl. An accident to be sure, and rubbernecking ensued. Some big SUV had overturned and inverted (the front end was facing me as I passed by) along with the trailer/camper it had been hauling. Very scary looking (and I ought to know about accidents when you finish upside down) and potentially life ending. The police hadn’t arrived, or any other rescue vehicles, so it must have been very recent. Once I got past that area, it was smooth sailing till I got off the turnpike and got onto 476. I had to go about 7 miles and it took me over an hour (I know since I chatted with my cousin in CT for about 40 minutes) till I got to my exit. I actually arrived at my friend’s place around 5:30pm.

I had to wait for her to arrive home, and from there the beginning of the baseball weekend would commence. She was playing in a softball game that night, and I along with her husband were gonna go to support her/cheer her and play a new game. What game you ask? How about: Guess the Lesbian. I know, many of you (lets be honest here…I don’t have that many readers) are thinking that it isn’t kosher to judge people on their appearance. And I would agree. But some of these chicks…you knew right away. The wicked butch ones stand out. Some of them were real scary, but they had game. Some I wouldn’t have guessed they were gay if D hadn’t said so and let me in on who was paired up with who. Anyway, D’s team lost, but really were in the game till the last inning, when the opposing lesbians, I mean, team, scored something like 10 or 12 runs. It was unfortunate, but on a whole I enjoyed the game immensely, and a lot of the girls had game. We retuned to D and J’s house for dinner and await the appearance of Skinny.

I had Skinny stay with me on his way to Jersey for his vacation and I knew that he would be out on a date (and yes, it was a date dude) that Thursday, and coming over to D’s afterwards. When exactly that would be, was another story altogether. I love my bro, but he has no sense of direction. So, arrival and departure times are always subject to the randomness that my good friend possesses. As the hour was growing late, D asked if we should attempt to call him, and inquire of the time of his arrival. Well, the timing of the call prolly could have been better on our part. He had apparently been chatting her up for about a half an hour in the parking lot when his cell phone rang. We were prolly responsible for him leaving before he was ready (sorry dude and chicky). He finally did arrive in Brookhaven after midnight, and we got the debrief on the date. Now in the interest of this being a public forum, I won’t get in to the minutia of the nights activities save one. The parking lot. This is as a friend, and also as a guy who’s own dating history and ability to “close the deal” is akin to the BSI (so what I am saying is that your odds are much greater than mine) so I obviously should be parsing out advice. This was your third date. She has continued to agree to go out with you when you are in town. She seems to enjoy your company. It is ok to pursue her. It is ok to try to hug her. It is ok to try to kiss her. I wouldn’t go beyond that. If she tells you no, you know your boundaries. You are a man. It is in your design to pursue her. She should be able to let you know what the score is. After busting Skinny’s balls for awhile, we all headed off to bed, cuz we need to catch the express train to New York the next day….

NP: The Clash – Should I Stay Or Should I Go

- posted by TundraBoy @ 5:17 PM