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Tuesday, March 16, 2004
 
Let the Vacation Begin...

Even though it's vacation, it was still a Monday night, and hence, 1/2 price bottles at Cafe MoMo. Well, we started at Maduro, and a friend let us in on some heartbreakingly sad news (his girlfriend, whom I am very fond of, is going back to Germany for a year, year and a half to finish up a teaching degree). It's just a bad situation all around, there isn't a lot of room for compromise - it's a very complicated conflict and it's not very clear what the best thing is for anyone involved. I am glad not to be in that situation - but even from the outside, it is very hard to have to watch a relationship go through something like this. It wasn't necessarily clearer after TWO bottles of wine, but then again, not much is.

Today felt like a ritualistic throw-back to the vacationing days of yore... laying around in my pajamas watching "The Price is Right." The nice thing about central time is that it's still only 11am now and I can redeem myself. As much as I'd like to do this all the live long day - the whole point of a working vacation is to accomplish a lot - otherwise, I could have gone and done something truly fun away from this place. Time to rinse off, drag a come through my mop, and go read VF Perkins at a coffeeshop.