Vacation

For the past three days I have been having the same conversation.

Co-worker: Hey Dan/Stanczyk, how was vacation?
Me: Very relaxing, thanks.
Co-worker: Where’d you go again?
Me: New Hampshire, on a lake.
Co-worker: Cool, what’d you do?
Me: Oh, you know…took things easy. Didn’t think about sports for a week. Sort of re-charged the battery, so to speak.

People aren’t really interested in what others do while on vacation. They just ask to be polite. If someone really wanted to know what I did during my week in New Hampshire I would tell them this.

I did not have access to television, the internet or air conditioning. I did not drive a car, but I was a passenger in three different boats. I ran 28 miles, but still managed to pack on over 3 pounds (that's what eating three helpings of breakfast, dessert after lunch and dinner, and drinking two cups of coffee a day will do). I woke up before 8am every morning, played two tennis matches (one singles, one doubles- both wins), two games of horse shoes (doubles- both losses), shuffleboard, softball, two truths and a lie, four square, and Bingo. I drank whiskey, gin, rum, sangria, and beer. I read three books (two of which included the word imbroglio), wore a candy necklace, gave something of a eulogy, and donned a tie-dye shirt. I threw a baseball 66 miles per hour, watched my father shoot a 79 and miss a hole in one by a centimeter (I had a 94), and served as a softball instructor for my sisters. I showered only twice, but went swimming in a lake every day except Thursday and somehow managed to contract swimmer's ear (or at least that's what I think it is). I used a flashlight every night, danced for hours at a time on multiple evenings, and fought a member of the Army and my 6’4 cousin on a wooden log in the middle of the lake at 12:30am one night. I read a poem aloud, gambled my father’s money away (it was only $3 for a game of LCR. If you don’t know what that is that’s a you problem), and was a part of a group that successfully pulled of a rope trick.