Anybody remember those fairly recent airline commercials where something bad happens, or someone makes a serious gaffe, and the tagline is, "Wanna get away?"
I just found out that the group of middle school students coming to perform snippets from their recent school musical at the library's open house this weekend numbers about two dozen. I was expecting, I don't know, maybe eight, ten tops? Where on earth am I going to put all those kids? (So far the answer is, "Whatever as long as it doesn't interfere with the hired magician/juggler's setting up." Arrrrgh.)
There's so much office politics going on at that place, it's crazy. And the weather may be lousy, so there's the aggravation. This is my first "big" event--part of its purpose is for the community to meet me. I turned down work at the bookstore so I can get a badly needed haircut. . . and I shelled out an unmentionable amount of money on my car so I could an oil change and put on two new tires so it would pass inspection. The bills have just been rolling in this week.
So the question comes up: "Wanna get away?"
Yup. But I can't, so let's just make the Friday Five all about travel:
1. The farthest away I've ever been from home? Mexico City.
2. Foreign countries I've visited: Mexico (obviamente) and Canada. One of my "childhood camping trips from hell" was near Niagara Falls and we visited Toronto. I remember going to a Blue Jays game. I also remember how badly it was raining as we sat in customs traffic going home. One of my cousins had a giant lollipop and stuck it out the window. Licking rainwater was probably not a smart thing to do in the 1980s.
3. Farthest west I've been in my home country: a small town in Western Ohio (not too far from the Indiana border) for a college friend's wedding. If you want to get technical, I did spend some time in DFW when rain delayed my connecting flight coming back from Mexico. Never left the airport, though. I was sixteen and flying by myself for the first time--and that was only the second time I'd taken a flight, ever.
4. Farthest south I've been in my home country: Kitty Hawk, NC--it was lovely. I wonder how much it's changed in eleven years. (Again, not counting DFW.)
5. Farthest west I've been in my home state: Pittsburgh. Being in Western PA is like being in another state. People speak differently and cheer for different sports teams. But a place with a cool museum isn't all bad.
Have a good weekend!