Wednesday, October 19, 2005

What happens on travel, stays on travel

It's an old addage by which we lived, back in the day when I was employed and known to go on TDY on occasion.

Tonight I received a phone call from my husband. He was in his hotel room getting ready to go to dinner. When I asked him where he was going for dinner (since I am living vicariously through him and my life is currently hell in my 72-hour stint as a single mother), he said that they were just going to the restaurant next to the airport hotel where they were staying. Now may I just start by saying that my husband is one of the funnest people and to be doing such a boring plan in a fab city is a waste.

K: I can't believe you guys aren't going to go back into town and get a real meal.
D: The food next door looks ok.
K: Does CoWorker just not want to go back out?
D: Well, I hinted that we should go back out a few times but he didn't bite.
K: Is CoWorker boring?
D: Well, (hemming and hawing because God forbid he ever say anything unkind about anyone) we are on East Coast time and we are tired.
K: You two got away from this hell hole and you are complaining about being tired. You can sleep when you are dead.
D: I know, but...
K: Is this because he just got married? It's not like I am suggesting you hit every girlie bar in the Pac Northwest. I'm just saying you could be having some amazing seafood downtown.
D: Maybe he is a little worried about it...
K: What does he think is going to happen? He's going to go to a bar and spontaneously have sex with someone without even realizing it is happening because that's what used to happen in the old days? Yeah, right. I so don't understand these kind of people.

When I relayed this story to my sister a few hours later, I complained about all those people on travel that didn't make the most of it. So what if you are dead tired. You aren't home, you don't have to cook dinner, and no one will wake you up in the middle of the night, crying, crying, crying.

My sister asked me what travel was for me.

It's all about the karaoke. You would be surprised how many beers it takes for the trifecta to appear--ABBA, Cher and Heart.

But, as we all know, what happens on travel, stays on travel...

11 comments:

momma of 2 said...

LOL... I agree.

Biscuit said...

I'm always so jealous of my husband when he travels, and he always goes the boring route too. Don't they understand what an opportunity they have?

Humor Girl said...

"Til Nowww...I al-ways got byyy on my owwwwwnnnnn....I never really cared until I met you!!..... And now it tears me to the boooooone..How do I get you alloooonneeee....Alone."

Martin said...

Well, as long as we can all steer clear of Whitney on the karaoke, I'm happy.

amy said...

You are so totally my idol, K. Please promise me that when I move back to yonder suburbia we can get together and have a drink or twenty.

P.S. - My verification word is "ultimok" as in, Kristen, you are the ultimok blogger! :)

Christa said...

I travel more than my husband, and I milk it for all its worth...even as a designated driver half the time!!! (I can't be trusted with alcohol, this much I know. And I'm not a fan of those who get sloshed in front of people they expect to respect them as co-workers the morning after.)

vani said...

traveling with no kids- god i have to think back far, far- what did that used to be like for us?? oh yeah, party, party, party! oh, the good old days...but see i'd be jelous if he was having fun without me- i'm just evil like that. :)

Anonymous said...

just before i read your blog, i sent a request list to my friend for her wedding reception.....

top of the list, dancing queen.

you know it, sis.

kate

Laura said...

This post is cracking me up for a bunch of reasons. Ha!

Now I'm going to be singing Waterloo for the rest of the morning. And my kids will look at me like I have a third eye growing out of the middle of my forehead.
;P~
~L.

Leesa said...

I agree! The last thing I want to do when on travel is watch TV, or eat in the room!
Get out! Enjoy!

Jaime said...

Lol... I am also living vicariously through my hubby who is in Orlando - except he is living it up - staying up WAAAA(HAAAY)Y later than I ever could each night. :)