Vacations Are Over-Rated

Damn ,
it’s mid-summer,
and there’s no sight of
any potential for a nice
vacation for me so far —

Nope.

No scent of sea breezes
on sandy white beaches
for me right now.

And we won’t even talk
about semi-naked women
bearing little blue drinks
with umbrellas in ’em….

No chance –
busy,
busy,
busy.

I won’t kid you and
tell you how much
nobler it is to work
a thousand hours
each and every week
and personally
contribute
to the national
productivity
average ,
’cause that’s all
just bullshit.

There’s just
about nowheres
I’d rather be,
than on vacation
anytime-
— anyday.

And in the
middle of summer?

But a man’s gotta do
what a man’s gotta do –

so here I stay and
hope I at the very least
catch a glimpse
of decolletage
at the gym or
on my way
to work to ease
my working
man’s pain a bit.

Poor, poor,
pitiful me.

Hey,
I really don’t even
need the blue drink.

Anyhoo —
I figured that since
I can’t go on vacation
right now, that maybe
I could bring a bit of
vay-kay to the blog
today….

So, vintage postcards
of other people having
fun will have to serve.

Sure, they’re goofy –
the best vacations
always include some
silly, off-the-wall shit —
to take you away
from the ‘every-day’
to the ‘not-very-often’.

That’s why I never eat
at places that advertise
‘home-style’ cooking —
–if I wanted that,
I’d stay home.

Which is what
I’m doing,
anyway,
like it or not.

Ok,
I’ll stop wingeing.

Enjoy these postcards.

I’m gonna go put the
office TV on the
Travel Channel.

Maybe
Samantha Brown
will be wearing
something low-cut.

Hey-
it could happen.

And,
please—

— send me
a postcard
if YOU get to go
anywhere interesting.

!!! HOY !!!!

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