Ever have one of those days when you just wanted to grab your passport and jet off to a random country just to get away for a while? No plans, no set destination, just grab your well worn leather overnight bag and browse the departures until you find something interesting? Airport roulette as it were. A grand adventure in the spirit of Indiana Jones. No reservations, just a desire to explore and conquer with a well worn backpack, a M60 and a handfull of grenades!!!
I’m having one of those days today.
Only I doubt that I’d be allowed thorough airport security with an arsenal of weapons these days. Instead, I’m stuck at the house dealing with painters today. Which is an intense shot of the mundane. And its not quite what I’d like to be doing today. (Although I’m not really sure WHAT I’d like to be doing. I’m thinking something that doesnt involve foul smelling toxic paint.) Either way, I’m stuck here instead. Which thrills me to no end. I just need a couple of hours out somewhere. Maybe out in the car on an abandoned road, gunning down unwelcomed residents to the area. Just time to roll the windows down turn the stereo up and just scream up a winding road, RATATATAT!!!!!! (that´s my machine gun impression!!!). No to do list, no painters, no discussion of colour coordination. Just quality time burning up some premium gas at speeds just on the outside of “responsible”. Either that or I need to take a toy car out with a water pistol and just cruise a little and unwind. Some quality time with a big hunk of vintage japanese iron car and an American weapon of some sort.
Or perhaps I’ll just take a nap and see if I’m more motivated after that.
