On New Years day this year, my friend Kristen told me that I should take one of her suitcases and walk around the block. This, according to New Years tradition, will bring opportunities to travel in the coming year... or I will travel for sure... or, whatever, anyway, it had something to do with potentially traveling, and I found this enticing.
So, I picked up her vintage 1950's suitcase and promptly walked out the front door, and just strolled around the perimeter of the house. I didn't want to walk around the entire fucking block carrying a suitcase, so, I hoped to maybe at least do enough to conjure up a trip to Tijuana or something. My expectations were low since my efforts were half-assed at best, but a month later, Wiseman told me his friend Carl invited him to go to Paris in March.
It was fate shouting in my face to seize the moment. And so, I shouted back... at Wiseman... and invited myself along.
EuroTrip 2010 begins March 7, but really it started the moment I said, "I WANT TO GO TO THERE, TOO!"
Damn. Where's my trip? Oh, wait, I don't think I ever walked with the suitcase. Ssang.
ReplyDeleteI know. That shit really works. I'm going to walk around with a suitcase all the time now - new years or not.
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