:: When I had 17, it was a very good year ::

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

I have 17 vacation days remaining this year. 17. That's greater than the number of times I've left my own borough this year. In fact, it's more vacation than I'm allotted on a yearly basis - I rolled over five days from last year.

Now I'm not trying to boast: for you types out there lucky (or cursed) enough to remain in academia, this number is a pittance, and I've known some even in the corporate world who've received more time off than this by a significant margin. But the fact remains: there are three months remaining in the year, and I'm entitled, counting holidays, to take off a full one. I am now faced with an onus of choice. Last year the decision was a "no-brainer" (in the sense that it took little thought to make, not in the sense that it lobotomized me): I had a local guide with replete travel knowledge of a country I'd always wanted to visit. Off I went to Japan. This year, I have no such good fortune.

Initial vacation brainstorming has produced only one feeble idea: Branson, MO. Technically though, this would be more of a pilgrimage than a vacation per se, as the journey would be undertaken exclusively to visit Yakov Smirnoff's new theater (picture) and stage revue.

Posted by morland @ 11:48 AM

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If you make the trek to Branson, please see if you can find one of these* for me.

*This is Alexander. Alexander is Yakov's son. What a funny kid. He will be especially funny on the ceiling above my bed.

If not Branson, you have a local guide in Nashville replete with travel knowledge of Tennessee. I assume I'll be seeing you.

Posted by: barrett on September 22, 2004 02:20 PM

this would have been more funny if you didn't tell us what was at that link. or even better, you could have done a redirect so that we would not have had any idea, and then ended up at yakov smirnoff's site.

i'd say you should come to denver, but i'll spare myself the let down. too much excitement on whether morland will come back to denver would probably make my heart explode. or at least break when you said no.

Posted by: the guy who lived in vail on September 22, 2004 03:47 PM

Skip Branson, go to Cuba, MO instead. We both know it's the better choice. Karaoke, brownies, Sublime, and while you're at it, fall down a hill for me.
And of course, I'll put in a vote for Chicago. I didn't get to take you to nearly enough hipster bars last time.

Posted by: choistein on September 23, 2004 01:09 AM

Come to Ireland. I will show you green pastures that will make you druel. The sheep are deadly. It's cheap on aerlingus.com to get here from NYC.

I have quite a few single female friends who are sick of Irish lads. You could teach them a few things and they could teach you how to drink Guinness and snog. Also, Dublin is a huge destination for 30-something women over from London on hen-nights (or 'stag-ettes'). Nothing like a bloated secretary past her prime and loaded with lager and fake tan.

It's no Vail and we ain't mormons. I live in a castle and not a van. Though I do live down by the river (actually a canal). Actually, you can borrow my place when I'm away Xmas/most of January - keys are under the mat.

Posted by: cyrus on September 23, 2004 07:06 AM

I here Blaine, MO is nice this time of year as well. Weather is excellent. Always 68 degrees with a 60 percent chance of rain. ALWAYS!

Posted by: Dee Maoer on September 27, 2004 09:43 AM

I here Blaine, MO is nice this time of year as well. Weather is excellent. Always 68 degrees with a 60 percent chance of rain. ALWAYS!

Posted by: Dee Maoer on September 27, 2004 09:43 AM

if you're really going to branson, awesome. but if you're allergic to animals, i highly recommend NOT going to dolly parton's dixie stampede. and stop by st louis on the way.

Posted by: graham on October 4, 2004 01:35 PM

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