When I tell people that my wife and daughter are in Florida this week, the first thing they ask is, “What are you going to do?”
I think many of them — particularly married ones with kids — envision crazy parties, complete with wild animals and a stripper named Madison. They expect me to howl like a werewolf and froth at the mouth with beer suds as I recite all the lines from “Animal House” in a chanting mantra.
But, really, what am I going to do?
The first things that come to mind are pretty dull: Clean the house. Feed the pets.
PARTY LIKE A RABID ANIMAL!!!
No, just kidding. But I’ll probably watch baseball. Play guitar sort of loud. Maybe surf in the evening.
Sit in the dark and weep uncontrollably.
No, no — kidding again. I mean, I probably will watch baseball, play music and surf. But I am working this week, so things won’t be too abnormal. But the weekend — that’s what I have to figure out. Because that’s two whole days, all to me, myself and I. Not just 8 a.m. to 10:45 for a surf sesh. But 8 a.m. Saturday until 8 a.m. Monday. So I figure I ought to do something different. Interesting.
I could take a solo road trip. Do something I like but which my wife and child don’t like.
Two days. All me.
Of course, I don’t want to do anything strenuous. And, and, and — I don’t want to hang out with weirdos. Clearly, I don’t want to do something that makes me the subject of a viral video.
That might not go over well when the family returns.
But I don’t know. I’ve got five days to figure this out. Any ideas?
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2 comments
Sarah
July 10, 2012 at 10:06 pm (UTC 0) Link to this comment
How about cranking up the stereo and dancing around to your favorite songs in your underwear? Or maybe you do that already.
Man from Moqui
July 10, 2012 at 11:28 pm (UTC 0) Link to this comment
Two words: Road Trip!