What I did on My Summer Vacation
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[Soppy Shit Alert: Warning some of the copy below is laced with an inordinate amount of "awe ain't that sweet". Results may vary.]
I figured I would have posted this before now, but with having to get back to the real world and all of it's necessary: morning poops, and showers, and getting dressed, and "Rene Zellweger" calling me at work screaming and crying inconsolably about the rabid dog that was--as RZ put it-- "shooting fireworks out her throat"**, and deadlines, and Leslie's computer being screwed up, and brushing of teeth, and pissed-off clients, and sleep... and you get the picture.
I guess I'm TRULY back from vacation.
Before the "day-to-day" overtakes the memories of last week I would like to give a run down of our trip. For your viewing enjoyment, I give you Coloradodyssey...
After all of that coming back has been challenging. In an email yesterday somebody ask me if I had a good time on vacation. I think my response*7 pretty well sums the whole thing up.
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Vacation? Oh god did we have a good time. It was unbelievably beautiful. It
even snowed while I was up on one of the mountains. Snow, for this Georgia
boy is like Christmas morning for a seven-year old! I frikin' danced in the
snowfall, thankfully I was by myself at the time. All in all, we're pretty
depressed about having to come home.
Leslie (my wife) cries everytime she shows the pictures to her friends. Emotionally,
it's kind of like what I'm sure near-death survivors go through. One minute
you're in heaven hanging loose, shooting tequila with The Almighty, the next
minute you're back in the "here and now" with somebody pounding on your chest
and sticking needles in you!
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Pounds and needles. I tell ya, pounds and needles.
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Footnotes and Disclaimers
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** - HolyDog apparently ate a bee then she started running in circles, foaming at the mouth, hacking and retching until finally the poor beast hurled and got it out of her system. RZ was a wreck, she thought the dog was dying. "It's more than I CAN BARE!!!" she screamed--poor kid, such drama. So I rushed out of the office and got home just in the nick of time to have the dog warmly greet me
at the back door with a bark, and a wag of her tail. Feeling fine. And yes, I cleaned up the HolySpew, bee and all.
*2 - Mountain biking is a bit of an overstatement, we coasted 14 miles downhill from Vail Pass to Frisco. Saying we "mountain biked" sounds cool and sporty and all, but it was truly mountain biking for lazy, fat-ass, tourists on vacation.
*3 - "Climbed a mountain", yep more bullshit. With spin like this I could be in politics. Truth is my brother-in-law and I drove to within 200 feet of the summit of Mt. Evans and hiked up the rest of the way.
*4 - True. My vacation was better documented than the past four years of the Bush Administration.
*5 - On a wheeled tobogan at the Alpine Slide. I totally busted my butt too! I was going too fast, took a turn the wrong way, then all of a sudden-- WHOOP I'm barreling down the chute on my back with my feet in the air and my legs spread. Grace, pure grace.
*6 - We look comfortable. Looks are deceiving. At the very moment this picture was taken we were in dire need of oxygen. Our O2 saturation was down around 38%. High-altitude delrium, sunburn, and dehydration just made us look pretty.
*7 - J, I hope you don't mind.
