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Ship of Fools

“We don’t camp,” my mother intoned. “Since when did I raise you to go camping?”

Good question, I thought. No matter, though, because I was headed off on a camping trip that weekend, whether I was someone who camped or not.

compassI’d done my research. According to the guys I worked with, when a group of twentysomething young professionals goes camping – a group whose regular outdoor activities primarily consisted of hungover co-ed touch football games followed by bloody marys – there isn’t typically a whole lot of roughing it and hunting for our supper and building shelter from twigs and leaves. No, they assured me, more likely, this camping trip would entail drinking games and pairing up.

That sounded like something I could handle.



July 28, 2010 at 11:40 pm 4 comments

Heaven and the Flipside

“How far to heaven? Just open your eyes and look. You are in heaven.” – Shankar

The Blue Lagoon, Iceland

The quote above, which came from a prompt in this week’s Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, brought many images to my mind, including family, a lazy day reading, a musical performance, an incredible meal.

Eventually, though, I landed on this photo. If you’ve been to Iceland, I’m sure you recognize the location – the Blue Lagoon, a spa and bathing facility developed from the “geothermal seawater that originates in Iceland’s extreme environment.”

The Blue Lagoon (and much of Iceland for that matter) has an ethereal, other-worldly quality to it as it is. And on the day I took this photo, the cloud-smeared sky, the peaceful quiet, and the salty, minerally, perfectly heated waters of the lagoon truly added up to heaven.

But there’s another reason I chose this photo. Not only does the Blue Lagoon evoke a feeling of heaven on earth, in my experience, it also gives you a good taste of the flipside.


July 21, 2010 at 2:01 pm Leave a comment

From Shopping Trek to “Tourist Foot”

This is not a post about socks.


So while one of the prompts from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week was to write a funny story involving socks, this is more like a tragicomic story that could have been avoided if only socks had been involved.

I used to manage the marketing department for a small company, and as part of my responsibilities, I was in charge of handling our tradeshow participation. One year, the big industry event was held in Las Vegas. That’s where this story begins.

Now I’m not much of a gambler, and Vegas in June doesn’t hold a lot of appeal for me, so the best I could do was make sure I assigned plenty of my friends on the sales team to work the show with me. And first on the list was my good friend, Susan.

I recruited Susan to come with me a day early to help with pre-show preparations. Susan and I are not the type to dilly-dally. If you’re one of those people who walks slowly down the office corridors or casually ambles through the mall, we’re the ones who are whooshing by you in a blur. We want to get it done and move on.

With the two of us in charge of pre-show prep on that already-hot Saturday morning in Vegas, you can bet that everything was completed in record time.

That meant the rest of the day was ours.


July 13, 2010 at 12:16 pm 5 comments

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