In case ya'll don't know my life isn't all that exciting. Certainly not as exciting as my life was back when I was in college, when I actually had a life.
Nowadays I spend my time at work, working out, (I heard the chuckles, and yes I have a New Years Resolution. So far so good) and in whatever free time I have I spend planning my next destination party with Laura.
Destination Partying is an art. An art that Laura and I have pretty much mastered. One that doesn't include getting arrested in Mexico, or sleeping on the streets of Vegas.
For the educational part of this post I am going to go ahead and tell you how to plan a successful destination party, with a few hard learned lessons.
*Disclaimer* This probably won't be funny to anyone but Laura and I, writers block my friends is going to be painful for all of us.
1) When picking out a destination it is best if you make it a place you have minimal contacts. No need to accidently run into your Great Aunt Bertha while you're hungover at lunch on Saturday afternoon. Basically the less people you know the less traceable you are. Plain and simple you don't want the poor shmuck watching you puke by the elevator* to unknowingly be your long lost Cousin.
3) Strategically pick out a hotel that is well known, has a distinct name, or is in an old riverboat. You never know when one of the parties is going to run away with strangers and only remember that she is sleeping on a riverboat.***
And that my friends is how to make every destination a party. If you need any consulting on how to be a success I would be glad to do some consulting, for a small fee.
*Hard lesson number one, but he wasn't my cousin...he was foreign.
** I really hope Jason Boland is the next George Clooney, because I have more Jason Boland loot than should be allowed.
*** It was my counterpart. Not me, and she is lucky I am sparing her the humility of the one picture I have of her on that riverboat.
**** Most of my jewelry has a good story behind it. And I think we both have purses that smell like cheep bars.



I seriously just about exploded from trying not to burst out laughing in my cubicle.
ReplyDeleteLet's go back to Vegas. Hell, I'd be OK with going back to KC.
Thinking of that, one lesson you forgot --- NEVER tell guys you are trying to ditch what hotel room you are staying in. No matter how fast you run off the hotel elevator, they WILL find you.