11 posts tagged “travel”

Or back to work at least.  Man...let me tell you, after taking a week and a half vacation, work blows.  Even more than normal.  The days have just been dragging by.  I think the only way I'm getting through this trying time is that I'm really looking forward to moving this weekend.  Even if I'm (as expected) not done packing yet.

I've been trying to catch up on everyone's posts.  But there are so many!  It's not so bad to catch up on a day or two, but miss a week of posts, and it's like things are completely different with people. 

So the trip was amazing.  I had such a fun time.  My only complaint is that I wish the Argentinian was there.  And that the drinks were free.  Cause those sure add up (hello almost $400 bill).  We went to Grand Cayman, Honduras, Belize, and Mexico.  Sacramento Guy was on the trip, and for the most part things were fine, except for the fight we got on one night.  And that he occassionally got on my nerves.  But overall things were ok between us.  I got a tan, just like I hoped.  So that makes me happy.  I was worried since I (and everyone else who went in our group practically) got pretty burned on our first day at sea that I'd have to stay bathed in sunblock to prevent further discomfort.  But luckily a day or two later I was fine and ready to soak up some more sun.  The ship had such amazing food.  I gained like 5 pounds, at least.  But it was worth it.  So delicious.  I wish I had bought the cookbook they had of the meals they served.  I might try to find out from my friend if there is a way to order one off of the ship. 

As much fun as I had on the trip, I was definitely ready to get home at the end.  I couldn't want to see the Argentinian.  Aside from the break up, we've never been apart for that long.  So we were both so happy to see each other again.  I couldn't wait to get my arms around him.

Written yesterday evening (April 2nd)

So I am sitting on a plane right now flying up to Sacramento.  I leave from there tomorrow afternoon for my cruise.  And I just got to say, I am loving the Xanax prescription I got for the multitude of flights I am having over the next couple weeks.  So far I’ve handled take off (always nerve wrecking for me), a decent amount of turbulence, and flying through very hazy/foggy conditions, and haven’t even felt tense.  Sure, in my mind I kind of have a little I hope we don’t crash type of thought.  But very minor.  I’ve been happily snapping pictures out the window, fooling around with some pictures to change effects, and, of course, writing blogs to post once I am again connected to the internet.  If anyone has a fear of flying I 100% recommend you take some Xanax.  It will make your life so much better.  Oh…more turbulence.  Didn’t even phase me.

Man, I've been such a lazy blogger lately.  Just posting links and photos.  I apologize.  I feel like I'm just going through such a dry spell, blogging wise.  I've not been going out.  I've been just kind of being low key in the things that I do.  After New Years I decided to try and not drink so much.  Falling, hitting my head twice...all that stuff made me feel that I need to cut back on the going out.  I don't want to keep injuring myself.  Plus, it's obviously not very healthy.  On top of that, I'm also pretty poor at the moment.  I paid money on my cruise, bought my plane tickets for the cruise, and a plane ticket for next weekend all in the last week or two.  Out of the paycheck I have to pay my rent out of as well.  So, I'm just getting to the bottom of the barrel until I get paid again on Tuesday.

I've felt like I haven't had anything really all that exciting going on in my life lately.  A whole lot of mediocre stuff.  Work.  Home.  Relax.  Repeat.  Not that I mind all that much.  I enjoy having some time to relax.  To just not do anything.  That's what I've been doing since Saturday afternoon.  Saturday night I didn't even attempt to make plans to go out.  I kept fearing a migraine headache was on it's way.  I kept seeing little dots of light around the edge of my vision.  So I just kind of stayed in bed all evening, watching tv.  Texting this guy, who I will call Love (since that is his last name.  crazy, right?)  He is the guy that I ended up making out with on New Years Eve.  He was getting sort of drunk, so it was kind of a funny conversation.  We've been talking and texting a lot more since NYE.  Sunday I went to breakfast with a friend.  That was fun.  It was at a place that I hadn't ever been to before, so I'll definitely have to go there again.  It was pretty good.  Other than that, I just went grocery shopping and went home.  With all the rain I didn't really have much of a desire to do anything else besides cuddle up in bed.  So I spent the day watching movies, and staying warm.  Texting with J and with Love.  

I am finally on vacation, starting today.  Well, yesterday afternoon technically.  It feels wonderful.  Knowing I won't have to step foot back in that office for a week and a half.  This past week seems to have dragged out for so long.  I think cause

So last night I was trying to pack everything up in my bag.  I had packed really haphazardly on Wednesday morning since I somehow passed out really early on Tuesday night.  Due to said style of packing I had brought more than I really needed.  But...it had all fit.  But last night when I was neatly folding things and putting them in my bag, suddenly I didn't know how it was all going to fit.  I hadn't bought anything new, except for one little pair of flats, which obviously don't take up much space.  So I was trying to force everything in, and squeezing the bag together to zip it up.  The next morning my mom comes in with a sweater she had bought me, which luckily was also small.  But my bag was just as full as it could get.

Cut to me boarding the plane.  I'm walking down the aisle and finally find a suitable place to sit, and so I begin to try to put my bag in the overhead compartment.  I keep trying.  And trying.  Not that I'm taking minutes to get it in or anything, but it is obvious that I am just not doing a sufficient job at loading my bag.  So a guy who was coming on behind me begins to help, and finally gets it in.  I thank him, and his friend (who is behind him) says, "His name is Justin, and he is single."  I laugh, as does the girl sitting down next to me.  I didn't know what to say to that. 

So the flight was ok, I guess.  A little bumpy.  It made me wish I had had a drink before getting on.  But...I boarded the plane at 10:30 am, so a little early for drinking.  I like to wait til noon at least.  But I have a bit of a fear of flying, which I don't know if I've mentioned before.  So I was rather nervous.  Luckily I was able to sleep part of it, and then listen to some music, so I only tensed up a little.  

So I am currently sitting in the airport waiting to board my plane.  Which doesn't leave for another hour.  And I've already been here for about an hour.  Yay for holiday travel!  Seriously, this is such a drag.  But at least I'm missing most of my work today.  Can't complain about that.  One year, back when I was in college and living down in San Diego, I flew home on like one of the last flights of the day.  Arriving in Sacramento, it felt like you were the Beatles or something, there was such a huge crowd of parents and friends to pick people up.  Signs.  Yelling.  All of it.  It was insane, but really a cool sight to see.  I wish I had thought to take a picture of it, cause I would be surprised if I ever arrive to something like that again. 

So Fiance and I are going to Vegas this weekend.  It's his first time, so that should be exciting.  We're on a bit of a budget, so we aren't staying right on The Strip, but it looks like it's a super nice hotel that we're staying at.  I only wish we could have gotten one of the rooms that has a jacuzzi in it.  Not that expensive overall, but since we're only going for one night, no point in wasting a ton of money when we're trying to save up money to help pay for the wedding and stuff like that (i.e. moving around the end of the year, needing new furniture, ect).  But, I'm still super excited for the weekend.  We (all my girl friends) didn't make it on our annual Vegas trip this year, so it'll be nice to still get to go.  I'm a little bummed that I am unable to find the stack of cards I have for getting into clubs free…hopefully I'll be able to find them in the next few days.  But I'm not holding my breath.  We're going to be meeting up with his mom there.  Well, her and her friend.  I've not taken a trip to Vegas where parents are involved since I was really young.  So I'm not too sure what type of activities we'll partake in.

So the Boyfriend and I managed to buy our tickets to Argentina.  I'm very excited and nervous all at once.  I have a slightly unreasonable fear of flying, which I was lucky enough to score a prescription for some Xanax from my Dr. uncle.  I was worried he'd put up a fight since he's not usually too keen to dole out any kind of controlled substances.  I learned that back in the day when I was in need of some Vicoden, and he was not too happy to keep refilling my prescription.  Luckily, my neurologist was much more happy to comply. 

But I digress.  So we've bought our tickets and begun to make plans.  I'm trying to cram as much spanish into my head over the next month or so as possible.  I somehow don't feel like that is going to do much good.  We'll see.  I can tell he's trying to help me by saying more to me and spanish, though I'm usually just left looking confused and saying, "Como?"