Remember how great it was when you were a kid and summer vacation rolled around? You got to ride your bike everyday for hours on end; you'd go to your dad's company picnic and sample every flavor of Faygo in the inflatable kiddie pool full of ice; your seven-year-old neighbor would invite you over to swim in his pool and you went just so you could oogle his mom who always wore inappropriately skimpy bikinis. Ah, summer.Course when adulthood sets in summer isn't much more than spirit-crushing eight-hour work days, endless lawn-mowing, and broken AC units. And the heat--OMG, the heat!
Thanks to some expert financial planning on my wife's part, this June is shaping up to be a virtual vacation-a-rama. This weekend we head to Maryland for my cousin Shelbie's wedding; in two weeks I'll be in sunny Florida suffering from equal amounts of rapturous happiness and bald-guy sunburn at beautiful Walt Disney World; and finally the whole gang is off to Athens, Georgia to visit frequent commenter, Gabe, his wife, and their child. Sounds awesome, right? I feel like I've returned to the summer vacations of my youth, except for the sitting in a cubicle and staring at a computer screen all day part.Anyway, this month, along with our regular features, I'll be taking a look at some Vacation Disaster films to remind you guys, our loyal readers, that even though you're almost 30 and the phrase "summer vacation" means jack shit, it could be a whole lot worse--you could be kidnapped by South American organ harvesters or attacked by homicidal cowboy robots. Sometimes it's better to stay at home. Happy June!
