One Little, Two Little, Three Little Days Of Vacation...

At the tail end of spring break I did manage to take a small vacation. Petra and I hopped into her black Toyota Matrix and headed over to Monterey. It had been raining all week in Fresno, but the morning of our departure was utter perfection--sunny, breezy, cool, fragrant--the exact recipe for a great voyage.

I know you're expecting me to say, "And then...all hell broke loose...," but I can't, because it really turned out to be a nice break from the monotony of university life. Nothing terrible happened, nothing too strange--no visitors from another time. Besides, I think time travelers stay home during spring break.

So we met our friend Daniel at his pad, and then we all went out to have some drinks. Me, drink? I admit, it had been a while, but I fell right back into my old routine. A smooth vodka tonic and then HARDY HAR HAR, everything was so funny. Ok, it didn't get really funny until after the tequila shots--I'm not that much of a lightweight.

Grant = 33; Daniel = 30; Petra = 27; everyone else at the bar = 21-22

So around 11pm--when all the kids were growing rowdy and goofy--the three of us were getting a little drowsy. Hee hee. I'm getting at that age where going to sleep is as exciting as going to Disneyland used to be. So when the others suggested we head back, I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yeah, alright...if you guys feel like it." But inside I was thinking, "HOT DAMN, I'm ready for some shuteye, and how!"

Tomorrow, I'm going to chisel out some decent stories to tell you from this mini vacation. I'll post the little gems over the next few days. In the meantime, keep writing and marketing what you write. I've always wanted to say that.