This weekend will mark the second of three weddings that require the use of my precious vacation time. I am flying to Washington DC tomorrow morning and staying through monday to celebrate the wedding of a girl I taught while I was a missionary in Virginia. In november I'm headed to philadelphia to sing a stevie wonder song at another wedding. When this is all done, I will have NO VACATION LEFT. Not even one day to lounge about in my pajamas with my hair shooting out all over my unwashed head in some sick imitation of a mohawk while I watch 16 candles and day dream about being independently wealthy and never having to work again.
I shouldn't complain, this is the first time that I have ever had paid vacation...and THREE weeks of it to boot...but it just feels wrong when other people are planning their carribean cruises and week-long camping extravaganza's and I am browsing bridal registries and practicing my "so-very-happy-for-the-both-of-you" face.
All I have to say is that there had better be some serious karma when I finally tie the knot. I'm thinking a kitchenaid mixer or a new ipod. Don't come to the wedding...I'll let you have your vacation, just send me something expensive instead. (ok, obviously, this is not the way I really feel...please come to my hypothetical (re: mystical) wedding. By that time we'll all be in our late 80's anyway and you should be able to get some sort of senior discount and every day will be a vacation!)