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Braz and Kris give us an excuse to go to Outback. Unfortunately I had started dinner 10 minutes before they called. damn.
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I have no idea where I was going with the intro, so this will be a disjointed, completely incoherent entry. Thanks for reading.
Elizabeth and I are actually taking a vacation. Horror of horrors! I know this comes as a shock and everyone is now looking outside to catch a glimpse of the flying pigs. Snow is melting hell, and Bush just had an original intelligent thought. Amazing, yes I know.
But am I going to tell you what we are doing? Enlighten my readers as to the great fun adventure we will be undertaking? Hell no. Why not? I learned my leason last time. We might get lost never to be seen again only to be saved if we had left notice of our destination, but still; NO!
Several years back, she and I planned a nice long weekend in a small bed and breakfast up in the mountains. All I told people was that we were staying around Charlottesville, and I must have mentioned at some point that I had made the reservations over the internet. (What self respecting geek would do otherwise?)
Elizabeth and I go up and our enjoying doing nothing. Reading books, looking in the woods, staring at the ceiling. One morning we come out and get started on our breakfast and there is a note on the tray:
"Call the office"
Never again do I give people a hint of where I am going. Not even the freaking STATE we are staying in. So there.