G. and I have begun a tradition whereupon when one of the girls graduates (high school, college) they can choose the graduation trip of their choice. Given that when I was growing up the furtherest I had travelled was Florida and was never consulted in the travel plans, this seems to me to be a big treat. Even further, we've made it clear that they can pick anywhere they want, the sky is the limit and come hell or high water and save having to kill someone to make it happen, will give it the ol' college try. I'm thinking exotic locales. I'm thinking drinks on the beach. (I'm thinking, great way to get a vacation for myself while looking altruistic.)
Red Sox Fan graduated from high school first. Guess where she picked. Just guess. Fort Myers, Florida for Red Sox Spring Training. Yes indeed. Now, I have to admit I wasn't terribly disappointed at this choice. Florida in March beats pretty much anywhere in Canada. So I was getting excited about it. And then two things happened. First, G. lost his wallet and credit card the day before we were going to go. And while the plane tickets were bought and the condo paid for, we were planning on using the credit card to fund the rest of the fun. The bank was clear. There was no way we'd get another credit card before the next week. And so we painted on brave faces, boarded the plane and planned on eating hotdogs and spaghetti with the ball park sausage thrown in as a treat. I thought, "No big deal. I don't care if I go to any games. The beach is free. They can deplete the money in the bank account going to the ball park and I can soak up the rays." Second problem. It was the coldest March in Fort Myers on record. Like, really cold. Like, I wish I had packed my winter jacket, cold. I watched a lot of day time television in Fort Myers, Fl. Grad trip from hell. (Although Red Sox Fan didn't mind. She went to four games and practices. And got signed balls from Sean Casey and Ellsbury.)
Next year, Vegan Girl gets her first grad trip. Now, to be fair, Vegan Girl is very widely travelled. Red Sox Fan is pretty much Red Sox Fan. She likes sports. All and any. As long as they involve Boston. Vegan Girl is more eclectic in her interests. And so when our research grants took us to England and Italy, Vegan Girl tagged along. Not to mention multiple shopping trips in New York. So I've been pretty excited at the prospect of her grad trip. Where will she pick? Span? Greece? Africa? All fabulous destinations.
Last week she revealed for the first time her possible choice: The Glastonbury Music Festival. Yes. That's right. Sort of exciting. Great music, etc. Except for the grey, wet, muddy, english part. G. is very excited by this possibility. He's an anglophile. Loves all things English. I never really got it. He's mom was an English War Bride. And she cooked like one. Everything was boiled down to the point where there was no longer any cellular structure visible or tastable. That's sums up much of England (except maybe Cornwall and all of the sheep that frolic on green hills) for me.
Can I get excited about Glostunbury. Yes. I can. But then I think. How can we spend all of that money to fly there. be so close to the wonders of Italy. And not go. It's like getting as far as Peter's Gate and saying, "Naw, I'm good here, thanks."
Happily though there's still a small town girl in me who went as far as Florida by the time she was 29 who has just reread this. And she says, "Shut up and stop your wanking." And rightly so.
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