Road Trip

This year’s vacation is weird.

I was supposed to go to Amsterdam, but that’s not happening anymore.
What is happening is: I’m going to Prague.

I’m leaving in about four hours, with my folks — whom I’ve greatly neglected  this year. The best part might be that, on the return trip, I’ll be dropped off in Budapest, so I can go see The Offspring. I may not listen to them much now, but the first cassette tape I ever bought was Americana. So I’ll be damned if I miss their concert.

This four-day weekend that’s ahead of me is a much needed vacation from everything. From bad breath and sweet perfume, from pale skin and dead people, from daydreaming about code, from coke, from too much beer and from too much of what I’m used to.

I’ll be seeing you on twitter and maybe google latitude.