At some point in life one needs to point out the obvious,
our 2017 trip to paradise has concluded, leaving us a yet another 365 days to
reflect on our journey we so rapturously refer to as vacation. What better
place to start our pilgrimage, than that fateful Friday afternoon 6 cleared the
decks for soon, he would leave the senseless paper strewed across his desk as
if it were a ponderosity holding him to the past. It was at that point that 6
noticed that it was approaching Rex Time. Time started to hasten, for he had to
empty his mind of a long year of mindless dribble, all the while knowing that
in just one short week, reality would strike with vengeance. Over time, one finds that the best way to move
on, is to make a clean start of it, take the past and dump it into the recycle
bin (that is also good for the environment). 6 wheeled the recycle bin into his
office and with the recycle bin open and his arms outstretched swiped away
anything that would hold him back, resulting in short order a clean slate. At
this point with the past so methodically obliterated, it affords one the convenience
to focus on the ultimate journey. (Paradise, utopia…….. Kiawah2017). Have you
ever wondered about self-inflicted pressure? Be it at work, or your personal
life most things are really under our control, yes things happen and yes you
have a boss that is self-loathing, but most of the time, it is caused by
disorganization. So on this Friday afternoon, the work pressure was gone, but
quickly replace by personal pressure. For now 6 was under a different kind of
pressure, personal pressure caused by waiting for vacation, but not doing
anything about it. So much to do and so
little time. For in the next 17 hours he has to perform a miracle: get a rental
car, fire up the Big Green Egg, make some pizza, drink some Rex, pack his bags,
clean the house, print his tickets, drive to the airport, get some gas, turn in
the rental car, check some bags, get thru TSA, buy some lunch, get some coffee,
fight the people boarding the plane, get a seat, and finally relax because
vacation starts when the wheels are tucked nicely in the belly of the plane. So
in order to get the landing gear in the belly of the plane, he had to
accomplish several tasks. Friday night after work, 6 and 6A went down to the
Park to pick up the rental wreck, and you would never guess, 6 got a cube for a
car. It was a Kia Soul, and not to take off on a tangent (which 6 never does)
but when 6,4,4A, 7&8 went to the ocean course on our PVV (pre-vacation
vacation), when we were surrounded by the real housewives of Kiawah, need 6 say
more, and if you don’t know well just go there on any Friday night, would you know it, in the parking lot nestled
among all the beaters, and yes they were beaters after all 6 rides around in a
2004 Pacifica and a 2006 corolla, was a Kia Soul. Leading 6 to two conclusions,
either the people who frequent the ocean course, spend all of their money on
their clothes, shoes, jewelry and drinks, (Drive for show, putt for dough) or they are flat broke and are trying to fit
into a social live that is well beyond their means. The fun of Kiawah, back to
6’s blog.. 6 Loaded up the BGE, got all
the fixin’s for the Pizza ready for 62A, open a bottle of Rex sat on my chair
waiting for the BGE to begin blazing, printed my tickets, opened a 2nd
bottle of Rex (6 was now in prime Rex shape) ate the pizza packed my bags and
before I knew it we were getting up Saturday morning. After a leisurely
breakfast, cleaned the house entered our Soul and made our way to the airport.
The traffic was not bad at all, we arrived at the airport turned in our Soul,
6A checked her bag, went to the security line, passed by all of the lowlife
that were waiting in line, purchased a nice tuna samwich , with the works, boarded our plane,
took off, waved good bye to our house and we headed south. Once we reached the
safe cruising altitude of 27,000 feet the captain turned off the seat belt
sign, 6 put down his tray table, opened that reeking samwich. BTW this is one
of 6’s pet peeves, he despises people eating on the airplane, the stench of
food in that enclosed space just permeates throughout the airplane, When in Rome,
grab the smelliest item form a food vendor near the gate and make the most
people pay, after all 6 can’t smell it he is eating it. 6 got a cup of coffee, reclined his seat as far
as possible, took his shoes off enhancing the fine bouquet left by the tuna, turned
on the TV watched a couple episodes of Andy while whistling the theme song and
before he could digest the tuna samwich, the captain welcomed us to Charleston.
We deplaned to a packed gate area which is normal for a celebrity like 6, and
headed to the rental car center. It was at that point, 6 realized that what
goes around comes around, 6 made all of those people on the plane pay for that
tuna samwich, now 6 was standing in a line a mile long full of smelly sweaty
people all wanting a car. After what seemed to be hours it was my turn, the
person at the desk was great, until 6 realized that they had more people than
cars. Well after a few minutes they got me a car, and she told us to proceed to
the tent (6 figured it would be just like the tent on the beach) in the Avis
isle, and an attendant will be there soon with your car. That sounds logical,
so 6A and 6 headed to the Avis isle to finding the tent bursting with those
same sweaty people from the line. This was not a problem, for 6 just pretended
that he was on the beach under a tent! Yeh right! 6 reached down as far as he
possibly could and pulled up the last ounce of patience, but as you all know,
that is one of 6’s endearing qualities. Several cars came and several people
got in and drove off, then out of the blue here come our car, 6 walked over to
get his mountains of luggage to put in the car, and a lovely gentleman said I
have waited long enough, I am taking that car! And believe it or not he got in
the car and drove away. At about that time an attendant walked up and asked me
what happened, so I explained it to him, and after about another half hour he
drove up in an upgraded car, and handed me the keys while apologizing for the
man who stole the car and said have a nice vacation. All’s well that ends well!
Something deep down inside tells me that the other guy was not going to have a
very fund vacation! We drove off into the sunset (not really is was in the idle
of the afternoon) and stopped at total wine as is custom for the start of any
vacation! Continued next week!
Words of wisdom: Don’t judge the Soul of others, for one
never knows how that Soul will judge you.
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