So I was browsing around this limo site and saw that they have really neat 10-15 hour tour packages for <$1K. Carmel by the sea, Napa wine tasting, even Reno gambling or Tahoe skiing.
“Wow, that’s awesome!” Thought I. “That could be a really neat way to blow off some steam and relax”
Then some inner voice said “For less than $1K you could go on a vacation for a few days, what are you thinking?”
Then a moment of clarity and confusion at the same time. Apparently I’m one of those cunts that would at least occasionally prefer to take a limo wine tasting for one day rather than deal with the entire hassle of airports, hotels, rental cars, campgrounds, hiking, cruises, or whatever else a vacation might entail.
I used to make fun of those cunts. I thought it was something they needed to grow out of. I thought blatant and gaudy sense of attraction to meaningless over-the-top luxury was something you grow out of, not grow into! What happened to me!? Why do I feel like Lincoln leather and not Aztec ruins?
Gladly I don’t really have the time or the money for either right now, so maybe by the time I do this will pass… Maybe…
Ooh, you can get a limo to take you to a long lunch for $150! I don’t think this will end well. :smack:
It happens. After years of happy tent camping, I’m starting to eye RV’s and trailers with a lustful eye. When we got an air mattress for our tent a few years ago, I thought we were degenerately indulgent. Now I won’t camp anywhere without my full kitchen setup. (Why yes, I have a pair of kitchen shears when I camp, doesn’t everyone?)
Last year I even brought along a clothing hanging bar designed for the back seat of a car and strung it up in the tent. Yep, I made a closet in my tent so my precious-wecious clothes wouldn’t get wrinkly or damp. I’m getting so soft.
Don’t feel too badly. Last year, I broke down and purchased one of those double high air mattresses for our tent. My husband was all :rolleyes: :dubious:. It was great for the first night, but then it developed a leak. I’m buying another one for our next camping trip. I used to sleep directly on the ground, or with nothing more than an foam backpacking mat.
I’d like an RV or a trailer, but we already have a boat, so the trailer or RV will just have to wait.
When we were younger, a weekend’s adventure included going out on the boat, dropping anchor somewhere, and spending the night rocking gently on the waves.
That morphed into tying up at marinas with nice shower facilities, swimming pools, and good restaurants within walking distance.
When I was young, camping was fun, then I needed a bed to sleep in rather than a bag. We got an RV.
I grew up a bit more, (got over that husband) so wanted more. Camping became Motel 6, anything less would only happen in the face of a natural disaster.
Now, Motel 6 is in the natural disaster category.
I like to be pampered. I like the Belagio, or the Fairmont. I like cruises, as long as my cabin has a balcony. I like playing dress-up.
I would rather take only one vacation in three years, that involves limos and concierge services.
I want to fly to Paris for breakfast.