I was out with Jim, his wife Leslie, and Rolf last week. Yeah, when we’re together we talk about travel books, travel writers, travel, but all sorts of other stuff that non travel writers talk about, too. On this one particular night, I can’t remember if we were in Tijuana, or at this really cool old school Italian restaurant in San Diego, I cracked Rolf up with a sober, but enthusiastic, “I’m ready for some LOVE travel.”
It’s true. I haven’t traveled for much longer than a weekender with love. I’ve traveled great distances for love—but I haven’t done the lets go to Italy together, thang. Or Spain, or Thailand, or New Zealand, or Africa, or Wisconsin for that matter. Well, there was this one week or two in Montana but I don’t remember anything romantic, except for my high tailing it back to California before introducing him to the family because I knew this boyfriend wasn’t going to last.
Anyway….I was happy to forget all about my travel shortcomings (at least until the next time Rolf reminded me), until I saw Evhead rubbing it in. Ev and Sara at St Peters Square. I don’t even know why I went over there today, usually it’s tech stuff that’s over my head. But this time, ooh was I asking for it. Hottie blogger off traveling with hottie Asian girl. Damn.
It reminded me of a post I saw recently on the BootsnAll boards. The thread was called, “Looking for Love in All the Wrong Blogs.” It referenced an article in the NYT called, “Traveling the Too-Much-Information Highway.” It’s a fun article about another hottie blogger, This Fish Needs A Bicycle, blogging about her Musician boyfriend, and eventual lack there of.
Oh Baby, I can relate. This fish needs a bicycle, a car, and a house. But not until after Vegas. I don’t want no Cannondale wheeling me away from the poker tables. I’ll have my assignments to take care of that.
And for the record, when I do get my hottie hybrid Cannondale, I don’t think I’ll be blogging major details. Just that we’re off to Italy and you might not hear from me for a few days!
either way you win b/c if worst comes to worst, you can always dust off the bones of a broken romance for Chiggers in my Knickers or whatever title might be at bat in the mighty mighty Panty empire!
LOL. Oh geez you’re funny, Ayun. Chiggers in My Knickers. I’m turning that one in! If our sales reps protest to Thong, that one better be next in line!
Don’t rule out meeting your love at the tables. I met my long distance (ex) love in Vegas, and then traveled to Oz to visit him. And I didn’t meet him at the Thunder from Down Under show, even though he was staying at the Excalibur.
I’m jealous of true love travel even more. Look at my friends who just ran off to Japan over Thanksgiving to get married: https://seadragon.typepad.com/baltimore_roll/2004/11/1121_1122.html
Cool stuff huh?
Good luck Jen, and have fun!
I won’t rule it out, but I’ve been advised by the son of a professional poker player not to go that route.
But I think that loving Vegas is one tangent to my heart, and especially to my family’s. Well, everyone but my dad. Heck, I’m even partially resolved to eloping there given how much weddings are these days.
Maybe I’ll get lucky during the Superbowl. That’s the next trip over.