In response to the steadily-increasing price of travel and the media's own steadily-increasing use of the recession-symptom euphemism stay-cation
I have compiled potential vacation scenarios one could use as their own summer memories.
This is similar to a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure, but more streamlined to fit our contracting economy, so now you don't actually have a choice. (To receive the vacation memory, circle the Adventure that best suits your family status.)
To St. Maarten's with Spouse:- maybe s/he says. Or even jewelry. Clothes! We could dress each other up like mer-people and strut around the backyard to freak out the O'Brien's. You laugh at the thought but try to stifle the image ' neither of you could pull off seashells these days.
Just then, you see him/her lift a larger shell into the air, his/her head cocking to one side. Red legs poke out of the shell and claw at the air. S/he shakes the shell but the legs just curl inside. Almost instinctually, s/he flips out a pocket knife, selects the blade with serrated teeth, and proceeds to saw the creature out of its home, piece by piece.
You are horrified.
As s/he washes out the creature's leftovers in the bay, the question suddenly hits you like a boulder to your belly, like a knife into your exoskeleton:
Who have I married?
To St. Maarten's with Spouse and Kid(s):-
but with kids around so you have to hide your epiphany.]
Two-Week Roadtrip with Four Friends:-
really
c'mon
you plead, We've been hearing the same crap for the past four hours. I can't take this. I'm getting nauseous.
The unofficial leader, exposing his foible, says, Hey
we're doing Democracy here
and if you don't like it
well
maybe you can try to enact some change. But if you're the only voice of dissent
