Apparently there is such a thing as a bad vacation. There is such a thing as regretting the thousands of dollars you spent to travel to another country. There is such a thing as wishing you would have booked your tickets for another place, perhaps with a beach. There is such a thing as sitting across from your best friend wondering what the hell has happened to her. There is also such a thing as watching too many Friends episodes. That last one really shocked me, but it all happened.
Our trip to England was set up to be a great time. How could it not be? Aren’t all vacations great because you are not at home or work? It fails when your friend doesn’t take time off of work and owns a home day care. It fails when you spend time changing diapers and the wail of a child outside your door wakes you. It falls apart when you feel as though you are inconveniencing your friend by being in her home. Then there were the nights where you were left on your own in the living room to be quiet as the household wanted to go to bed by 9pm. There I sat, with my sister, watching show after show of Friends and staying up till the wee hours because we weren’t tired after doing absolutely nothing all day. It just went from there.
I tried to not be negative, I tried to relax and enjoy the down time but my sister finally spoke up and I knew I wasn’t the only one. I texted my husband, feeling horrible for feeling this way but he agreed, it wasn’t really fair. The last time we went to visit was quite the opposite. If your friend is coming to visit, shouldn’t you take the time to spend time with them? And that was just the thing, I don’t expect to be entertained but I would like to spend quality time with the person I flew a lot of miles to visit.
We managed to get out a few days and see some sites but it felt forced and there was a gray cloud hanging over us. I felt defeated and promised my sister another trip somewhere else one day soon. Maybe a safari in Africa? I was reading Chelsea Handler’s Uganda Be Kidding Me (Highlight of my whole trip) and quickly considered purchasing more wine and a new plane ticket.
I speculated about my dear friend, where she is at in her life and just what she might be thinking. Her mind was elsewhere the whole time and while I saw glimpses of the person I know, it was few and far between. We Skype every week, we talk on the phone all the time, text daily and yet here sat a person I didn’t know, treating me like someone she didn’t know. I was lost…..and quite frankly a bit hurt, which is probably what it all comes down to.
My sister and I did what any normal person would do, we drank a lot of wine. I got hammered the night before we left, as it was my sister’s birthday, and was still a bit drunk when we got to the airport the next day. I’ve done this every time I have left that country and figured I didn’t want to change things this time around. We sipped mimosas at the airport and kept our buzz going with Delta’s free boxed wine on the flight while we Frozen like the real adults that we are. We tried to keep with the motto “Hey, we are going to make the best of this vaca!” but we were really happy to touch down in the good ole US of A and call that vacation done.