I’m pretty much set on where to go. I have been aching for a vacation for months. It’s true I took time off for Burning Man, but that’s not really a vacation. I actually work the event. I actually fry my brain. So that is not a vacation. We often say, “I need a vacation promptly after Burning Man because of…Burning Man!”
I’ve decided on Mexico. It’s a luxury boutique resort near Puerto Vallarta. I’m doing the combo package of two nights in Puerto Vallarta then three nights at the posh resort. I’m doing the combo because it’s much cheaper than spending all five nights at the resort. As badly as I need a vacation, I don’t need to blow money away aimlessly—although this is pretty expensive. At least the flight to PVR is cheap. Much better than spending $1,000+ to fly to New Zealand or Tokyo.
I definitely like my alone time. I have visions of sitting on the beach solo, typing away on my laptop, writing great stories and sending them out to editors. One of the resort perks is free wireless. So I can continue to see the financial meltdown from a distance.
But at the same time, it would be so nice to enjoy meals with someone, go down to the local yacht club for Saturday night disco, swim in the infinity pool. I can’t play Marco Polo by myself. Now that I’ve settled on the destination, the question is who to take? I already made the mistake of asking someone without thinking through the consequences properly. Ironically, we are not even dating! We have had an ongoing flirtation since business school. We’ve had a drunk text relationship for the past year. He is going to be my date for a wedding in New York! And I don’t even really know him except that we went to school together, he isn’t shady, and we’ve got mutual friends who will wholeheartedly vouch for him. I started to backtrack after mentioning Mexico to him. What if we don’t even get along in NYC? What if we can’t stand talking to each other?
Besides, there are guys I am actually dating who I should probably be asking, right? Except that one of the guys I’m dating is now unemployed. He should not be going on vacation. He should spend all his time looking for a job, especially since he confided in me that he’s drastically running out of cash. I’m too afraid to ask the married guy because then the truth will come out that he’s really married and how would he explain to his wife that he’s going away to a beachside resort for a week. Maybe the best option is Bill because we get along, he constantly makes me laugh, and he’s a great editor. By the time the vacation is over, I’ll have my writing queued up in all the local magazines!