The Planning Stages
Our annual trip happens each year right around St. Patrick's day. So today, I spent a few minutes on the phone planning this year's "adventure."
Year One - we spent 4 days in Vegas - WAAAAAYYYY to much time to spend in Vegas! But we had a blast. Drunken debauchery at the world's capitol for drunken debauchery. A great place to start the tradition.
Year Two through Year 4 - we spent 4 days in Rocky Point (Puerto Penasco), Mexico. Rocky Point is on the Sea of Cortez at the northernmost tip. It is approximately a 3 1/2 hour drive from Phoenix. This is sort of the anti-Vegas in many ways, yet still includes much drunken debauchery. It is sort of a poor-man's Cabo San Lucas.
Two years ago, 6 of us rented this house...
It wasn't as expensive as you might first think. It cost us each about $75/night. It was right on the beach.
We stock up on groceries before we leave the U.S. including some nice thick steaks! When we hit Mexico, we load up on cases of Pacifico, Corona and Dos Equis (the year we stayed here, we drank over 300 bottles of beer between the 6 of us. I think I figured out that it averaged 16 beers for each 24 hour period per person - all consumed on the patio of this house overlooking the Sea of Cortez. Nothing better than being comfortably numb in paradise.
So, moments ago, I hung up the phone after a conversation with my friend Dave - we are trying to put together this year's trip. Considering a return to Rocky Point - but leaving our options open.
I want to hike the Grand Canyon...but I don't think that is going to happen. They think I am nuts.
I said it before at Erin's site Bunch-o-Erin ...I want my last words to be "Damn that was fun!"
posted by FLAMINGO1 at 10:37 AM
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Exactly how much money do you make annually? At the rate I'm going, I will never be able to utter the words, "Damn that was fun!"
Money doesn't buy happiness. You can have fun at any price range. Two out of three of my friends have very blue collar jobs and, I assume, do not make a hell of a lot of money. But they manage to pull together enough for a plane ticket to Phoenix and some beer money. The rest of the fun is created, not purchased.
One of the problems with you kids today is that you think you have to spend a lot of money on entertainment. When I was growing up, we entertained ourselves with a football. That was all that it took - one football. Even a basketball would work.
Now we have to spend $400 on a video game unit and another $50 for each game...only to get bored with it.
I am getting old and sounding like my grandparents now.
I agree with what you say regarding the kids of today. Their attention span is... well, they don't have any attention span.
If anyone can have fun without money, I would definately say it's gotta be me. But I'm so broke I can't even afford to buy a cup of coffee. No joke. The fact that your friends can manage to pull together enough money for a plane ticket to Pheonix is what I consider someone who has money. That would be a miracle in my case.
Pinky, I have never once owned a cell phone. I'm the chick who has a used crapy computer given to her by her brother-in-law five thousand years ago in order to have the ability to type up a screenplay so that producers don't complain that it's not in proper format. And please keep in mind that this computer of mine is too old and crapy to be able to hold the internet. I can only blog from work. I have never had the internet.
I grew up in a home where we never once owned a microwave nor a dryer. My mom still doesn't own these things. My first colour television, which was shared by five people, was when I was in junior high school. That is not what I found amusing though. The fact that the new colour TV had more than 13 channels that I could switch from a remote controll instead of having to do it manually is what I found the most ammusing.
I never had anything given to me. I always worked like a fucking dog. All my life, since I was a little girl. I still work like a fucking dog and I am not at all compensated properly for it. I began the blog when I decided I was no longer going to bust my ass off for this fucker of a boss. Pinky, in all honesty, not a word of a lie, my income is below poverty. Welfare recipients probably make more than I do. But I believe in paying dues, and that's what I've been doing. However, when you are promised hard work pays off and that you will make more money because of it, and that promise becomes a lie, you get pretty fucking pissed off and realize this is how these fuckers get rich - on everyone elses sweaty backs. I just want to be able to afford food, man. I don't want a video game unit. Never liked those. Found them too boring and a waste of time. I just want to be able to exist... or do I?
I spent several years of my life so broke that we ate Kraft Macaroni and Cheese 4 times a week.
We had one car - a Geo Metro.
I worked a full time job at night, my wife was pregnant and I was in law school full time during the day.
I know how you feel. Life is a series of ups and downs. I still have those moments now - cash poor is still poor and the holidays tend to suck both the life and the cash right out of you.
Here's what I say:
If you don't have $90 bucks for one of these beauties, I'll bet you'll be able to find a real live flesh one that'll do plenty of talking all for free!
Ain't life grand!
Erin, what in the hell is that thing. First of all, it is purple. Nothing shaped like that should be bright purple. Two, it has spinning beads in it. Third, it runs on batteries and can likely keep going all night long. Fourth, and final, it talks to you while you diddle yourself.
I can't compete with that. I need to go buy a big truck.
Holy Shitakes a lot of posts! You're on a roll, babe!
4 days in Vegey is TORTURE. My cutoff at 3. Tops.
I don't know, I would rather be flinging ones at a hot Vegas stripper than hiking the Grand... but that's just me... ;)
I think my perfect Vegas trip would not even include a hotel room...except for one hour.
Flying from Phx to Vegas is a 45 minute flight.
I would like to jump on a plane with a group of about 5 to 10 friends at about 4:00p.m. Hit Vegas by 5:00 have dinner somewhere in Vegas (somewhere nice)...then hit the town hard.
Booze, gambling, more booze, craps, blackjack, more booze, strippers, booze, poker...
Then get on a plane at about 7:00 in the morning be in PHX an hour later and home in my own bed by 9:00a.m.
In and out in a blaze of glory.
Wow, full time law school during the day and full time job at night. Yes, that would take it's toll. You seem like a good chap. It has paid off for you, has it not?
Kraft Macaroni and cheese 4 times a week? I know homeless people who wouldn't touch that stuff. How did your brain cells survive??
Anyway, like your new look. Sexy neck.
Love ya Pink.
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