Summer
is synonymous with vacation. And what vacate date could be more great than
getting out of state?
I
mean, California is nice and all…as long as you don’t mind surgically and
genetically altered friends who come and go like herpes with each successive (or
is it successful?) divorce, big gas guzzling grizzly cars that cost so much to
run you’re upside down on your car payments, houses made from cardboard stuck
together with Elmer’s school glue that easily fetch half a million dollars, and beach
water so frigid that your sand stings hurt way more than jellyfish. Not
that I’m not happy livin’ the CA dream or anything.
All that aside, CA is an okey-dokey place to live, if you don’t know any better and never plan to escape.
But
getting out every once in a while, and taking a plane to places far, far away,
can be rejuvenating.
Especially
when you spend $10,000 to get a judge to say it’s okay. Yes, this actually
happens to people. People like me.
Now
that’s vacation!
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