Vacation, all I ever wanted....

I'm taking some PTO in the next week that expires soon if I don't use it - and I really really really NEED some time away from the drama that is work lately. Here's the plan:

Thursday Night:

Pick up Jenipah from the airport, gather her friend Sara and Sara's friend Kendra, and drive to Yosemite!! I know!!

Sunday Night:

Return, dirty, from the wilds.

Monday Night:

Drop Jenipah off at the airport. Weep, rend clothes and hair, drive away sobbing.

Tuesday Morning:

Get to SF (with Tori, prolly) and fly Virgin (so excited to try them!) to Seattle!! I know!!!

Saturday Morning:

Return to SF, greet Amy, go eat ramen, shop for Amy's new couch. Lounge strategically.

Sunday:

SLEEP. Alone.

Fuck yea.

Water Towers - Ohio Style

When I was in Ohio, my evenings were mostly spent eating, then driving around, checking out the scenery. The most obvious element around the area I was staying were the many water towers. It seemed like every country road meandered past one or two... and they're HUGE.

OHHhio

So I'm back in Ohio for work (I was here last month - I'm a regular fuckin' world traveler) and my trip here was... troublesome. I started off leaving home on time, but then the airplane had a "generator" problem. (Umm, I thought they used jet fuel to fly these things?)

So, the flight was pushed back, and back, and back a titch more. Finally, we left, but got to Denver right as my connecting flight taxied out. So, on to O'Hare, which I've been told to avoid at all costs. Turns out, there's a good reason for the advice I'd been given. The flight that was supposed to leave at 9:40 got out closer to midnight. So, I rolled into my Ohio hotel room at 2:45 in the morning, driving a bitchin red corolla.

(Bitchin' Corolla, Bitchin' Corolla... doesn't have quite the ring of the original)

OK, so OBVIOUSLY I have some issues with regularly posting...

So recent events - went to an outdoor music festival thing for the 4th, and saw this really awesome blues guy - Max Cabello Jr. - really really good, very intense sexy fella. And the even more awesome part? His family was all there to cheer him on, including the tiniest two kidlets (probably about 3 years old or so) who had small plastic guitars, and were "playing" them like there was no tomorrow. Folks, there was some serious guitar stylings... I will try to get the video off my phone to show, but just picture lenny kravitz crossed with jimi hendrix, miniaturized for your viewing pleasure. heh. seriously classic shit :)

Beginning with the Evil

So, you may wonder, "Why all the evil, Miss Monkey?"

I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you, monkey-style. Which is to say, I would throw feces at you, groom you for small pests, and perhaps bite you a little. So, consider yourself warned.

Anyway, I thought I'd see how much writing I could get out there on a regular basis, and see if it amuses me. If I can keep it up, and continue to be amused, I will continue.