A mixed bag ...

Since returning from Vegas, I have felt like a mixed bag of emotions.  I'm not sure why traveling causes me to feel this way.  Most every time I come home from traveling, I feel like a balloon whose air has been rapidly expelled.  I guess all the activity involved in getting ready to travel, the anticipation and the constant stimulation while gone, is a lot of hype which doesn't exist in my day to day life.  It sort of feels the same as Christmas does to me.  All that gearing up to get there ... and plummeting back down to reality after the buzz has worn off.  Maybe its just the way of things.

I am going to the beach for four days at the end of this week.  My friend has a house on the Gulf of Mexico which is where we will stay.  Her beach house feels like a home away from home for me, and it isn't located in one of those "tourist" cities, so going there doesn't usually have the return dilemma I experience when traveling somewhere with lots of bright lights and hype.  I'm really looking forward to spending a few days basking under the shade of an umbrella while I scan the horizon for dolphins and listen to the waves lap the shore.  Oh yeah, the seafood is beyond mediocrity, the sodas will be in the fridge (not in overpriced Vegas casinos), and I may look better than the local hookers, so I'm packing my hooker shoes.  You just never know when you need a pair of hooker shoes.

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