WKRP

What is it about coming back from vacation, even a mini one, that is just too impossible to even deal with?

I’ll tell you, freedom. Freedom to go where you want, when you want, how you want. Then all of a sudden you’re pushed back into your world of “have to’s”. I hate it, I really do. Each time I go away and each time I come back, I know in my heart of hearts I’m stepping back into the trap of society.

That each time I’ll lose a little by coming home. And I love home. I really do. But there’s this tiny little voice that’s saying “Man you and John struggle every day to live this particular life of working and not wanting to. And man you guys have such a good time when left to your own devices. Maybe you two shouldn’t be living the conventional lifestyle. Maybe, just maybe, the two of you should live unconventionally, leave this country, live abroad for awhile while you can (no kids, no house). Maybe the two of you are wasting each other and every day, by trying to conform to a life that isn’t made for you”.

Yeah, you try and shut that voice up.

That being said, man did we have a good time. Raul was EXCELLENT. Cute thing. The show was pretty good and the presence of my mother was so strong it led me to a weepy attack after the show. With the entire audience walking past my crying eyes. There would be no me and Sondheim, there would be no Raul, there would be no music like this in my life if it wasn’t for my mom, and it was hard to be there without her. But so great that I was touched by this music and great that I could share it with John.

Saturday we wandered around Cincy, John finding a completely out of the way and amazing greasy spoon we never would have found if we had stayed on the road more traveled by.

Saturday night I had a fantasy of sitting in our hotel lobby and playing cards. So we did, we played 6 games of Cribbage and had just as many vodka and 7-ups. It was so great, the people watching, the no rushing, loved it.

So here we are, home at last, with no real plans for further travel.

My anxiety will last until I’m comfortably numb again, accepting my life as every other yuppie has.

Until then, viva la Hixx.