Admittedly, this is not as exciting or fulfilling as my August vacation with the family. To be honest, this vacation is the result of my testing the new vacation request system at work so I knew how it worked.
But, The Boss approved it…so, Bob’s your uncle.
Speaking of uncles, mine flew in on Wednesday from Houston. Coming to Oregon from Texas for some dry weather, I reckon. I didn’t get to see him when he landed because I had a meeting that ran long. I’m not entirely sure when I will see him, actually! Mom-Donna threw out a few weekend ideas for get togethers, but I had commitments both days and had to pass.
Of course, both things fell through, because this is my life…where the Galby Effect originated.
So, here I sit. Balancing bursts of housebitch activity on this vacation Saturday with bouts of couch surfing…and now WordPressing.
Couch Surfing round 1 was Miss Congeniality.
I’ve got Miss Congeniality queued up and ready to watch, but I’m not quite ready to commit to that…yet.
Which means, a lil vacay update for you all instead of finishing one of my two dozen blog drafts.
It’s my vacation…rhymes with procrastination.
Let’s not pretend that’s a surprising development.
Let’s see. My vacation started after a six day stretch at work, which ended only an hour later than I projected. Good thing, too. That gave me just enough time to get home, change and let The Silver Fox cajole me into an inaugural vacation beer before the hotel tour I had arranged to see the guest facilities of the new hotel next door.
I’d see the bar, that’s for sure. Besides serving one of the best Oregon beers – Breakside IPA – Turner Creek Tavern also offers up some pretty tasty morsels.
I felt like a view from their rooftop patio was in order.
Plus, The Fox has a great nephew that is going to PSU and he’d love to have the boy’s parents stay so close by when they visit.
It was a good start to my work break. It’ll be my last break until probably March/April next year. I’m hoarding the last two weeks and rolling them over into 2018. I’m not sure I’ll stay in my present job later than that – it’s frustratingly dysfunctional and I simply don’t earn enough money to secure my financial present and future on my salary. So, if I leave within that timeframe, I’ll have four or five weeks of vacation time – and hopefully a bonus – to take with me when I leave.
A few days before my vacation started, I’d told The Fox that I had been thinking maybe I should date again.
If you ask him, he might tell you I was trying to kill him by saying that to him. But, it’s about time.
After Sacha left me on our “seventh” anniversary (it was our sixth) I was alone for six years before meeting Rib. He and I were together for four. I released him back into the wilds of Capital Hill three and a half years ago, so…math.
Math says that it’s time. My process is complete.
Actually, when I broke up with Rib, I did so with full cognizance of the fact that it might have been a reasonable assumption that he’d be my last boyfriend. I’m gonna be 50 in a few months.
Maybe – definitely – I was past my gay expiration date.
But that’s another blog.
Having said the words out loud, I wasn’t surprised to find myself attracted to the guy giving us the hotel tour. What did kind of surprise me was that in my thank you email, I gave him my phone number and offered to take him out for a beer.
That also afforded me the opportunity to creep myself out, since I’d basically hit on him at work…breaking my dating rule about hitting on guys in their work place. Obviously, that’s what Missed Connections are for!
Sure, it was just an email and a fairly innocuous one, at that. It’s not like I told him I wanted to put my Tab D into his Slot B.
It’s just a beer.
And he’s new in town and said he loved IPAs.
Speaking of dating rules – well, this is more relationship advice – get one that’s new in town. Especially small towns like Shittatle and PDX. Less cross-pollination.
Unless his boyfriend followed him to Oregon. But I’m pretty sure that only happened to him because he and I would eventually cross paths, share an attraction and this is my life.
Of course he’s going to be in anunfilfilling relationship. Because that’s what could possibly go wrong.
But, we’ll still have a beer.
It’s not like I have anything else to do this weekend since I’m on vacation, my weekend plans fell through and The Fox is out of town.
I can’t watch Netflix the entire weekend!
But, I can go do my recycling and then hit the sofa for round two of couch surfing for today.
I am going to potato my couch so hard…