Phelps Phan

I've just come back from a week in Washington DC. I had a wonderful time staying at this gorgeous hotel, lunching with work friends, and riding the metro. Which if I haven't mentioned it before, I am in LOVE with public transportation. I would be gloriously happy if every city I lived in allowed me to ride high speed rail from home to my place of work all while listening to my iPod. I even find the walks from the metro station to the doorstep of my work/home to be exhilarating and mind cleaning.

Truth be told I also liked being on east coast time. (Please don't tell my Cali comrades). Watching the Olympics on tv was actually live. Being on the left coast we often feel like bastard step children when watching the nightly national news and seeing the little emblem in the top left of the screen which says "pre-recorded". I also enjoy east coast time because it has royally fucked with my eating schedule leaving me not really hungry at the appropriate times thus not really eating regular meals. I've eaten like a bird over the past 8 days and I'm hoping that when I jump on the scale tomorrow morning I find that I've dropped a few pounds.

The only disjointed part of my east coast adventure was when I kept hearing them talk on the news of the lower then average temperatures and how that meant that fall was coming. Ummmm ... did they not know that summer is only half way over? We still have 6 more months of summer and then spring is here! I admit that I forget other parts of the country experience weather that doesn't involve sun, 80 degree days, and occasional wind. You might think I kid but the weather in SoCal is insanely devoid of most inclement weather. This might derail my thoughts of moving to the east coast and riding the metro until my little iPod runs out of battery. Earthquakes aren't fun but snow seriously freaks me out.

*Sigh*

Dave and I are planning our next vacation to the Mexican coast. As it stands now in October we'll be spending 7 days at an all inclusive, adult's only resort in Cancun. Part of me is beyond excited. The all inclusive lifestyle suits David and I perfectly: sleeping in late, breakfast on the balcony, pool until lunch, beer, more beer, nap, and then dinner. Then another huge part of me is so !!!!! (not sure what to name what I am feeling). This will be our 3rd all inclusive vacation to Mexico and while I love my husband dearly, he can be a huge bore when it is just the 2 of us and we don't have work or home to talk about. He's not the guy who has me laughing in stitches, nor is he a charmer, or a guy who likes to discuss life and other philosophical topics. He's laid back and somewhat simple. I love this about him but at the same time when it is just the 2 of us I am often the one to keep the conversation going. And this gets a little tiring when I am the one being witty and funny all.night.long for several days in a row. Last time we went I tried making friends but I am just not that insta-BFF type person (I really tried). I feel like I am pressuring the other person and being needy even though that type of behavior is a positive when have a limited window of time to create a friendship.

I wish we had more friends our age that we could invite along on our vacation. Unfortunately the few really good couple friends we have are either dirt poor or trying to conceive (and not in the mood for free flowing alcohol). I'm also tempted to invite my in laws (yes I am that desperate for a fun time) but I know that if I did this then all the best relaxing parts of our vacation would be ruined. My MiL is not one to sit still for 5 minutes which is great when you're looking for something to do but I really enjoy sitting by the pool reading a book for several hours. Not to mention she would hog all of Dave's time and while he can be a bore I do enjoy his presence. He has a great relaxing quality about him which I appreciate.

All in all I am conflicted. Go solo and relax knowing that at sometime during the vacation I am going to be disappointed in my hubby and his inability to keep me entertained. Or invite another couple and risk having a vacation being pestered to do things that I really don't want to do. I know this isn't the worst problem in the world to have (I feel so incredibly lucky) but a problem that bums me out nonetheless.