06-19-01
My vacation plans have hit a slight snag.
The idea was to leave either late on July 3, or early on the 4th, ignoring the explosions all along the nighttime skyline, drive drive drive to extreme Southwestern Colorado, arriving sometime on July 5, hang out a few days, go to Cousin Amy's wedding on July 7, see family and the like, revel, relax, etc., leave the 8th, and get home sometime late on the 9th, coincidentally my birthday. I would return to work the following day, deeply in need of another vacation, which is beside the point.
The time is all marked off my appointment books, all my days around this week of vacation have been filled with the appointments that I would normally have that week, and I've started looking for someone to drive out with me.
And then I got the actual invitation in the mail today, requesting my presence at the nuptials of Cousin Amy and her Man, Randy, at the behest of her two darling boys, at 4pm on Wednesday, July 4.
Last I heard, the 7th was the day it all was taking place.
I wonder if I can convince Amy that she needs to move the wedding plans to Saturday.
Otherwise, since I obviously won't be there to see them take place, which is the real reason for the trip, I may as well stay home.
And, yes. I am just self-centered enough to make this all about me, damnit.
We're talking about my vacation plans, you know.
Bugger.
