Quickie Vacation (1) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Came back from my all too brief vacation with my buds, excited to write an entry about the whole thing and guess what? No OD! Got some strange error for two whole days. I panicked. I haven’t been downloading my entries on a regular basis and thought that all those entries were lost in space forever.

I don’t know about OD anymore. It’s a lot like an unreliable lover. I am forced to admit that I’m in love with OD, but that I can’t depend on OD to always be there. Especially now that my little yellow box is telling me that my subscription will expire in 3 days. I’ve decided not to renew. I’ve decided to let the little sucker expire. There are people here who haven’t ever renewed after their initial payment and have been squatting for like, ever. I’ll keep posting entries as long as OD will let me, but I’m also setting up a new diary just in case.

There. I’ve said what I’ve got to say about OD. Moving on.

The trip was all too brief. I actually did manage to forget all my worries for a few days. I relaxed. Well, I relaxed as much as I could for a vacation that involved water sports, practical jokes, lots of nightlife and people who get up too early in the morning afterwards (myself included). But I had fun. I didn’t think about stupid things like work and how much I really don’t like living in the Midwest (more on that later). I even got to see an old lover (much more on that later!).

Best Bud and her hub, Rob are the cutest couple ever. You would never ever know that they are having such marital problems by just looking at them. But I do feel a little sorry for Rob. BB has such a huge personality. There’s no other way to describe it. It’s simply HUGE. She is the center of the universe. And she is insatiable. And poor Rob. He doesn’t have a chance. Because nothing he can do is ever completely satisfying to her. He spent the whole time simply being a darling and catering to her every whim. To an outsider, you’d think it was precious. They are such a beautiful couple. She’s gorgeous and bubbly. He’s handsome and a sensitive sweetheart. They look so happy. But he takes her shit. And that fuels her fire. I wish he’d knock her down a few notches. And I know she wishes the same. We’ve talked about it before. She sometimes says she’s so ready for a divorce. But watching them this weekend made me think otherwise. I don’t think she’s ready. I just hope something changes for them. Just a little shift in power is all they really need. But then again, who am I to say???

I’ve written about Matt and Greg before. They came from Dallas and met us at the condo we’d rented on the river. They brought Matt’s daughter, Maddie. She’s 11. And the greatest kid ever. Poor thing, though. Had to be subjected to all of our immaturity. She was without a doubt the most together of all of us. Graceful and stunningly beautiful. Quiet and contemplative. Cunningly smart. It was an advantage to have her on “our” side during the bloopers and practical jokes.

And oy. The practical jokes included water balloons, whoopee cushions, food fights, short sheeting and cracker crumbs in the beds, painting of bodies with nail polish, etc. etc. You’d think we were all 11. Honestly, it was great to be 11 again. For just a few days.

Oh, and we did have one “guest vacationer”. Andrew. He’s a single friend of BB and Rob’s. I think it was a set-up. Imagine that! He joined us for a couple of days at the river. Cute. But very, very quiet. I’m sure he thought we were all insane. And the way the bed situation worked out, Andrew and I had to share a bedroom. Hmm. I wonder how that happened? But we had two twin beds. And Andrew was either waaaaay too much of a gentleman or waaaaayyy scared of me to do anything. I think I would have been receptive to a point. But the whole thing was awkward and kind of embarrassing. Every once in a while we’d just look at each other and smile sheepishly and use eye contact to say, “this is such an odd situation and I’m completely uncomfortable”. I was relieved when he left Sunday night so that he could go back to work on Monday.

And also because Matt got me back in touch with Hy. Oh my. Hy. Long, long story. But the place where we were staying was very close to his neck of the woods, and we all ended up going to dinner in his town on Monday night. He met us out. I was so nervous. Another long story, but to keep it short, I’m going to see him this coming Monday night. Yep. Here. In my little Midwestern city. He’s doing some business here and has just recently started coming here. I’m not sure how long his project lasts. Probably a couple of months. I have lots to talk to him about on Monday. It was hard talking to him because there were eight of us at dinner. But I did overhear that he had just gotten out of one relationship and sort of into another and was going to spend the Fourth with yet another girl and blah, blah, blah. Hy is such a playboy. What’s a girl to do? I can’t wait to talk to him on Monday. Should be very, very interesting. Just went back over some of the old entries about him. He sure did act like he liked me. To a point. And then, he was gone. Story of my life.

(TBC…)