Vacation

I'm on vacation. Right now I'm sitting at my father-in-law's computer, doing a little tinkering with my fantasy baseball teams for next week and hoping things go smoothly. The anxieties of a baseball geek, what can I say.

Tomorrow, sometime in the early afternoon, we'll all get in the car and drive down to San Diego to get on a big boat. We're "in the chute" at this point - I have a few things to pick up at the store tomorrow but we're basically ready. Last night was a different story. I was up until past midnight ironing clothes. Ack!

When somebody tells me that they had to buy some new clothes for a vacation, I normally assume they are talking about shorts, or maybe swim trunks. For me, on this particular vacation, however, it meant dress slacks. And ties. And a new pair of dress shoes. As an engineer today, my business wear consists of chinos and short-sleeve woven shirts. I haven't really had to dress up for work in the last year or so, and my dressy wardrobe had gotten pretty thin - of course, you realize you need a jacket and tie in the main dining room, at least a couple of the nights of the cruise.

I'm going to look damn good in that dining room, I tell you. But it still feels weird to buy dress clothes for a vacation.