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By briantologist | July 6, 2008
Normalcy is the last thing I’ll claim is happening to me, people, but two days in Stigler has at least reminded me of the finer things in life. Those are, in no particular order:
- explosives
- homemade beer
- potato cannons
- smoked meat
- beans
- board games
- tiny dogs
- naps
- relatives who mostly look after your three-year-old
- tiny grandmothers who take shit from no one
- thunderstorms that hit miles away, but that bring with them incredibly nice cool fronts
Vacations bring with them a feeling of simplicity that often unfairly imposes that idea on the people whose lives take place where you’re vacationing. I suppose it’s only really unfair if your delusion of simplicity imposes on their day-to-day workings, like if you keep them out drinking and shooting guns until 4 a.m. on a work night. (We did not do this, or have not yet this vacaction, though the week, it should be said, is young.) That’s the real value of vacation time, though: When you’re able able to successfully delude yourself for a few days into a sort of fugue state in which life is simple and mostly enjoyable.
Rental cars can help achieve this effect, though they don’t always, necessarily. For example, our rental for the week is whatever peesashit knockoff Chevy came up with to try and draw sales away from the PT Cruiser, Chrysler’s peesashit. You get in the rental, the worries about your ten-year-old car suddenly developing a sudden and debilitating ailment miles from nowhere just evaporate, leaving only worries about your peesashit GM doing the same, interspersed with worries about whether or not you’ve given your concussion by knocking your skull into the doorjamb while entering the car (probably not yet) and worries about whether or not the light you’re sitting at is green yet, since you’re completely unable to see said light when sitting straight up (probably yes). Note to tall persons considering the purchase of a Chevy HHR: Really, don’t.
Coming into the tail end of the experience, though, I do hereby and unsurprisingly recommend, to those of you who have small children and who are planning visits home in the near future, that you ship them back a little early and let them make the rounds in advance; this will leave you free to spend your time in a more leisurely capacity, and not hauling your small person around to the homes of various relatives.
All this insight, and we’re only on day three! Tune in tomorrow, when I’ll awake with a solution to the world’s hardest math problem and a delicious recipe for banana pudding casserole.
Topics: Exciting, Possibly, good times., Hoo! | 1 Comment »
July 7th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
actually, I can get a recipie for you that a friend of mine swears is the best dessert ever, involving banana pudding. I don’t think the pudding in itself is anything special, but the dessert overall is pretty damn impressive.
Aside from that, if you’re going to be anywhere near Tulsa on Sat, I’d love to provide you with a ceremonial greeting in beer. But it sounds like you’re going to be gone by then. Le sigh.