The One Where She Actually Goes Somewhere

6 Nov

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Listen.

This is kind of a big deal.

I just booked a flight.

…With money I don’t necessarily “have.”

…In that it “exists” but only in the literal sense.  It is actually like spoken for on behalf of bills and Christmas gifts and things.  But  talking to The BFF last night…after way too long of not, on account of schedules and general “life-getting-in-the-way” crap… I decided that I no longer cared.

…So this morning, I booked a nonstop flight to NOLA for a week in December.

…Because, as an adult, judging the need for wrapping paper, other-people gifts, and happy creditors…I choose “me” instead.

I am a selfish bastard. This is not new.   

What IS new is that I just sunk a lot of bucks (to me) to travel to the other part of the US, to be with my sister.  And ABOUT FUCKING TIME! 

…To ride a bicycle in 70 degree weather through the French Quarter, instead of wade through the rain, here. To sneak in all the secret night spot eateries and meet some four-star chef friends…to drink openly in the streets…tour all the theaters, see The BFF’s show.  To uphold our Christmas traditions of cookie-baking, five-course-meal-at-midnight-making, and drunken “White Christmas” sing-alongs.  

It isn’t really real yet…’cept only sorta.  It’s still that “hope” and “wish” and “intent” feel I’ve had for like two years now to actually DO the thing, instead of just TALK about it.  Only now, it’s actually happening.  I’ve got a mo-fo flight itinerary in my mailbox, yo!

I’M GOING TO NEW ORLEANS ON VACATION TO VISIT MY BESTIE! 

HOLY CRAP!  

…AND HURRAH!!

Peace, y’all.

~D
 
 

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2 Responses to “The One Where She Actually Goes Somewhere”

  1. Deborah the Closet Monster November 6, 2014 at 10:44 am #

    Rockin’! I actually just did the same. I live and breathe my budget, which meant walking away from a job without the next one lined up was hard … but, as my husband kept saying, necessary. When he suggested I then buy tickets to visit my sister, I kinda though it was crazy … but, y’know, there’s something to slipping off the leash once in a while and seeing what happens when free to roam further than it could possibly reach! (That’s how it felt to me, anyway. So glad my husband insisted.)

    • She Writes A Little November 6, 2014 at 5:08 pm #

      Validation! Thank you for the, “Yes! Do it! Be it! Own it!” Back-slap 🙂 This visit is so long overdue…and the “someday” never seemed to get any closer. I just had to jump first and think after. Or “else”… 🙂

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