We only go away two or three times a year, so it’s a pretty big deal.
The last time that we went away for the weekend? October. We spent Saturday night at a local casino with friends.
In the days prior to that get-away weekend, I over thought the whole trip. What if the food isn’t any good? What if our room is dirty? What if we can’t find a thing to talk about? What if my expectations are too high? What if we get in a fight? What if the weekend is a total bust?
With these get aways coming every five months or so, everything seemed to be riding on this one weekend. Fun times or bust.
Turns out that we had a great time. We always do, despite my anxiety.
So our trip itinerary — which features 24 hours without a single child (two legged or four legged) — includes The Addams Family musical and dinner at a fancy restaurant. We have dinner reservations for 11:00 p.m., which I think makes us hipsters, at least for the night, or at least really, really cool like P!nk or Bruno Mars. I bet they always eat dinner after 10:00 p.m.
I was thinking today that the infrequency of these get aways might actually make them a little more special. A little more shiny and new. If you got a new car twice a year, would you really care after year two?
Which, in turn, got me thinking about the things in life that you really only want to do once, or at most, twice a year.
- Vacations. Not weekend trips but week-long trips that involve stopping the mail and the newspaper, finding someone to care for the pets and buying a new bathing suit. For one thing, I stress over what books to bring, one for each flannel-covered personality. And no, I don’t believe in Kindles or Nooks.
- Eat corned beef and cabbage, preferably on or around St. Patrick’s Day.
- Eat a candy cane. I have one every Christmas and then ask myself what all the fuss is about. How did these crooked mint sticks ever catch on?
- Go to a parade. Once a year is enough to see all of the fire trucks within 20 miles of your hometown.
- Watch a classic tear jerker in which someone dies of a terrible illness like Steel Magnolias, Beaches or Terms of Endearment.
- Partake of jelly beans or candy corn. These foods are only appropriate eating on their respective holidays.
- Order an egg cream. I think I like the idea of egg creams better than the actual drink. I mean, it sounds like a good idea, all classic and vintage and cool. Oh, soda jerk, I’ll have the vanilla egg cream and make it snappy. But then I look around at everyone drinking much more satisfying milkshakes at nearby tables. My son had a sip of my egg cream and said it tasted like air.
Ok, spill. What things do you think should be given once-a-year status?