Friday, August 10, 2012
I'd like to think I'm capable of being spontaneous. But with the possible exception of going out for ice cream at a moment's notice, I'm not really wired that way. I see every angle of every situation, every pro and every con, and I tend to take my own sweet time to reach a conclusion. While that approach may work well in my chosen IT Guy career, it frustrates my poor wife who just wants to know whether chicken would be okay for dinner tomorrow night.
Maybe there's hope for me, yet. I'm going to DisneyWorld next week. Little more than a week ago, I wasn't. So in the past 10 days, I've planned things, booked flights, arranged hotels, BEEN SPONTANEOUS! - all under a light sheen of perspiration that betrays my true nature.
You see, my wife's birthday is next week and it's a milestone (not saying it's 50). Like me, she never makes a big deal over birthdays. But this year, for this milestone, she wanted to do something special and take a little trip to mark the occasion. So we looked at all kinds of ideas (she really wanted to hike the Grand Canyon), but nothing was working out very well.
But she had a (sort of) secret thought about being at DisneyWorld on her birthday. Really, I think she wants the damn birthday button. Now we've given a fair chunk of our time and money to Disney over the years and we know that it's not a cheap vacation. But some heretofore unknown planets seemed to align in the past week and, on a whim, I checked things out. Disney was having a sale on rooms and there were good deals on flights to be had.
With a few clicks of the mouse and a liberal spreading of credit card numbers, we're booked. My wife will have her birthday celebration with Mickey, and I get the naughty satisfaction of doing something spontaneous.
All this new-found free spirit living aside, I'm still not sure about chicken for dinner tomorrow night.