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August 17, 2007
May 1986
In May of 1986 I was working for a non-profit organization doing a job that required putting in a lot of long hours. Most of the folks I worked with were my age.
One night six or seven of us were sitting around talking and someone mentioned a trip they'd take abroad. Pretty soon everybody was talking about trips they'd taken to Europe or other faraway, exotic lands. That is, everybody except Laura and me.
Eventually the group split up and Laura and I were left alone.
"I felt like the biggest hick," she said after the last person walked away, "when everybody started talking about the trips they'd taken when I haven't been anywhere. Didn't you?"
"Well," I said, "I've been to France."
When I was 15 I went with the high school French Club.
The point of this it so say that I'm not always one to talk about the more exotic things I'm going to do. Sure, if I'm going to pedal a 20-year old bicycle 60 miles to and from London, Ohio, I'll tell you all about it well before it happens (what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't give you something to look forward to reading?). But to say I'm going to be in London, England a week from today feels out of character for me.
I told my boss right away, after all he had to OK the vacation time. And our HR person. And Steve, a guy at work who goes on cruises every year. And another guy at work who asked me to help him with a weekend project next week. Today I mentioned it to MikeO as I figured he'd read about it tonight.
Maybe I don't want to seem boastful. I don't know. And maybe I've got this backwards, anybody could go to Europe on pretty short notice (if you have a passport) but I'm not sure anybody should just haul off and pedal a 45-pound bike over hill and dale for 60 miles. Or even do a 60-miler in Central Ohio which is seriously lacking in hills and dales. (I said should there.)
Still, going to Europe seems a lot neater. Especially when you're pretty sure they're going to let you fly the plane a little bit.
Oh, I leave the day after my birthday (which is August 23rd) , so if you're sending a thong, get it in the mail. I need something to wear to the beach.
Posted by delmer at August 17, 2007 9:32 PM
Comments
I'm not sure WHY anyone would want to haul a bike over hills and dales (or lack thereof)and on that point I think we will always disagree!
If you're intending to fly the plane (a little bit) on Friday then could you just let me know so that I can be at the correct airport to collect you....minor point, I know...but that would be helpful...thanks!
Posted by: Pen at August 18, 2007 12:21 PM
I may just do a bit of parachuting as I pass over the Thames. I've seen Bond (James Bond) do it and it looks simple enough.
Posted by: delmer at August 18, 2007 7:36 PM
Do you realize that you also referenced May 1986 in your November 12(?), 2006 blog that I was instructed to read? Sorry, but I still don't see the connection between condoms and ...Wait, wait, it just hit me. (I'm not the brightest bulb in the chandelier!) AH! Small sequins like small peas.... Consider the search on.
Posted by: CravenGirl3 at August 18, 2007 10:09 PM
I'd forgotten the condoms part of the November 12 posting and referenced it (as you guessed) for the peas comment. So yes, small sequins would be better. Maybe glitter would be the best.
And in black as black is slimming. Wait, is slimming what a person wants in a thong. Maybe the front panel could be white or some other incredibly non-slimming color.
Posted by: delmer at August 19, 2007 1:55 AM
Sorry I'm late, just got in this afternoon. From what I know you could probably fly the plane a little bit and you do have those sky diving adventures to fall back on. Remember to honk and wave if you come over the house.
Dad has an extra pair of bathing shorts you can borrow. I believe he has one that even has a matching shirt. I'll get them to you.
Posted by: Mom/Granny at August 19, 2007 7:05 PM