At this point it would probably be hard to match the hype and anticipation.
Not in a river, but hot tub sex was disappointing. The churning water kept washing away any natural lube so there was way too much friction to be pleasurable.
Joining the mile high club was not worth it at all. One of those things you do just so you can say you did it once. Airplane bathrooms are not sexy at all.
That chair she’s sitting in? I swear, they took it from my '79 Vega wagon! 
Going on a holiday on my own.
I sometimes need a break away, like anybody, and will make plans for a nice hotel in an exotic location, but the few times I’ve done it I just got bored and wanted to go home. When you’re with others the enthusiasm is infectious and you encourage each other to head this way or that, but as I am someone who lives alone, it’s easy to convince myself to not bother to do something so I just sit on the beach reading a book. I can read a book anywhere, why leave home at all? I think this is part of why Staycations became a thing.
Next year, you should sign up for the Secret Santa that some of us do every year over in Mundane Pointless Things. Start looking for it every day in November. You might just get a box of chocolates.
I hadn’t even heard of it until paperbacks appeared at the checkout counter at Target. I still have no idea what it is. And that’s fine.
I’ve travelled with a group several times over the last decade or so, and it’s been great, but I’ve also tried the “Staycation” thing these past two years (including just going to my family’s cottage a few times by myself). But I find a staycation just doesn’t do it for me. I’d much prefer a solo trip to Vegas or a solo cruise, both of which I’ve done, and enjoyed.
For me, the only difference between a staycation and just working is the ratio of time spent on my computer for work rather than just browsing the internet. Everything else (reading, watching TV, playing Xbox, going to the pub) is essentially the same, so it doesn’t feel that much different. I need to get out of my city to really feel like I’m on vacation.
Sounds kind of like those parlors where the chairs and sofas are encased in plastic and nobody goes, ever.
I live alone as well and I’m convinced the perfect vacation doesn’t exist. I’d need to find someone who wants to go to all the places I want to go and also do the things I want to do in those specific places. Sure, when I am by myself I’ll sometimes think it would be better with someone else, but most of the time I’ll take doing what I want where I want it over doing things I don’t particularly like doing just because the people I am with want to, like hanging out at the pool or sleeping in past 9. (Not that I always want to wake up early but I want the choice to start the day early.)
Curious. '77 was the last year for Vegas.
You’re right, plus even when others do something that you want to do, it’s not always done the way you wanted. Say you want to go to an art museum and gaze thoughtfully at some paintings, and they just want to glance quickly and move on. That’s a disappointment.
Crap in a hat! I bought the darn thing in ‘79; I’m not sure what year it was, now – that was forty years ago 
and I can barely remember what I had for dinner last night. I sure hope it wasn’t the dogs’ beef patties.
Was really, really looking forward to Thomas Harris’ first novel in 13 years….and it turned out to be the nearly unreadable Cari Mora.
No idea what he was going for with this one.
A thing I thought I’d like but it’s been a real letsown: The future. I had such high hopes for the 21st century…
On a road trip to FL we passed numerous road side stands touting boiled peanuts. Boiled peanuts are not a thing where we’re from. We were curious enough to stop and buy some. Although wife and I both like peanuts neither of us could eat these things. The soft, slimy texture was very off-putting.
Here’s something I thought I’d like but don’t: Cadbury Creme Eggs. Waaaaaaay too sweet. Can’t stomach even a tiny glob.
I fucking love them. The soft, slimy texture is intense and unlike anything we have in the civilized north.
I completely agree. And, if I’m on a trip where they are available, I still buy them if they’re aren’t too tourist-trappy expensive. I simply don’t see the appeal.
To me the term Digestive Biscuits suggests dated British novels featuring careful spinsters.
As do I. I have to concede though that they’re not a “clean” snack. I about need a small towel to dry my fingers as I eat them, and have to wash up and wash the salty mess off of my fingers when I’m done*
*“Done” is hard to nail down. “Alright, a few more. Just another handful. One last one…OK, that was two. Oh hell, there’s just a dozen or so left in the bag…”