Bah.

Vacation was more fun than reality. Now everyone wants to hear about the road trip. All I can say is this: it was just like Thelma and Louise but we had a completely different car, didn't kill anyone, didn't steal anything or have all our money stolen from us, didn't pick up a disarmingly young Brad Pitt on the way, and didn't drive into the Grand Canyon.

How's that?

It's always a tiny bit unnerving meeting someone for the first time, no matter how many times you've talked on the phone or online or whatever. When I went to pick up sff_corgi at the airport, I had that moment of ohmygawd, what if we don't like each other in real life?

That lasted about five seconds. Phew!

So now things are back to normal, and I'm seeing my clients again, and people are asking "How was your trip?" as if they really want to know, and a few of them really do. We're going to Canada this weekend just for fun, for a family vacation, because we never got one this summer.

I'm glad I had my girlfriend-week-away, though. It was awesome. I loved it, even when the cat peed in the hotel room and the tire was flat and the power went out, and there was no internet access and no responsibilities, and we could just get up when we felt like it and drive when and where we wanted, and who doesn't want a week like that with someone as fun as my traveling companion from time to time. We all deserve it.