Monday, September 13, 2010

Arizona I: Some Thoughts on Spring Break

It seems somehow appropriate to me that this blog, which started back in 2008 with a couple of daft college students plotting the world's most epic Spring Break extravaganza, has come full-circle to my very last Spring Break post series. My darlingest Laura, the inspiration for that original road trip, is married and still hasn't been to any of the places we planned on visiting. It's not a complete tragedy, though; she and her best friend went on an amazing road trip through New England chronicled here. Anyway... I've graduated from Messiah, Ye Olde Moral Conundrum, despite doing my damnedest to get kicked to the curb. Even though I'm largely unemployed, I'm still sitting here planning my next traveling scheme -- it's good to know that some things never change. No spoilers, but it's going to be choice (even if it is a long time coming).

Spring Break 2010 falls especially close to my heart, because it was the first time my sister-from-another-mister, the indefatigable Chrissie, joined me on my sophomoric quest for the best "Never Have I Ever..." stories ever told. The fact that she went to meet a long-time pen-pal and enjoy an estrogen-fueled period of Bad Man Rehab and good music shall remain ignored; she went to spend time with me, dammit!

And let me tell you what, we had a hell of a time getting there. We both had different flight schedules on numerous airlines, I got delayed a whole day at departure, and the bastards bumped Chrissie several hours back returning to Harrisburg. In addition, I swore to my dying day that I would give Continental AirLines burning polemic herpes for being the worst all-around provider of domestic flights I've ever encountered. Go ahead, click that link. I dare you. I will never fly Continental to save $80 ever again. In a tangential bit of news, I have some pretty spectacular stories about this trip that both took place in the airport and had nothing to do with those C-word bastards; however, do to federal and international regulations, I'm going to have to insist that this particular bit of lunacy remain firmly planted in the oral tradition.

But enough about all of that. I'm feeling introspective and failing spectacularly make sense of my impending adult life. Time for a list!

5 Things that Haven't Changed Since 2008

5) David Bowie is still the most likely reason that I will one day end up living alone, divorced in England with two queens for friends and my cat Ziggy for company. What am I saying? David Bowie is the only reason for anything. Ever.

4) This is still hilarious. As a LHC side-note, I think I lost money betting that we'd turn ourselves into a black hole by now. No one tell Brice.

3) American women in college still dress like trashy Eskimos in the summer and wear those ridiculous 3/4 leggings in the winter.

2) I don't think I have any more answers to The Big Questions today than I did two years ago, and most of the answers I do have came verbatim out of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. And, as in 2008, I'm still stunningly OK with that. Douglas Adams and I are tight.

1) My flip-flops. I'm still wearing the same pair of basic-black Maurice's flip-flops I wore to Kentucky on that first road trip. Far from the sheltered shower shoes of yesteryear, these babies have been with me over three continents and what feels like several lifetimes. They are the world's most cosmopolitan piece of closed-cell foam. Talk about getting some bang for your buck...

Update: one of my poor, poor flip flops is currently stranded somewhere in East Stroudsburg, PA. If you're in East Stroud, and you see a black flip-flop so trod-upon that the stratigraphic nature of its white-striped sole is bared to the world, pick it up and save it for me.

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