South of the Border

I Purchased plane tickets to Mexico for Evil Cat & I today. Will the trip be easy & comfortable? Will we be laying in the sun with Margareta's being carried out to us by beautiful tanned girls in short short skirts? Will the maid's come & clean our rooms of all our dirt & money while we are out riding air conditioned tour buses to destinations where we can shop for trinkets to our hearts delight?

Anyone who has traveled with me knows the answer to all those things is a definite & resounding no. You know I regularly travel without a place to stay set up & frequently sleep in parks, bushes, the occasional dumpster(mostly just those with cardboard, depending on how drunk I am). You know that I frequently disappear off on some adventure only to pop in at just the right time for a free meal & a beer. You know these trips always turn out much more interesting than anticipated because of the disorganized way in which I choose to travel.

Does this mean I will be fully prepared for all that will come at me? Hell no, I tend to obliviously get by in bad situations for some reason. My pure dumb luck somehow gets me out of some of the most perilous situations, even turning them from dangerous to rewarding. These very situations are what make travel exciting, Make me continue in this style of travel, & keep me from shying away from the more adventurous trips in exchange for the more comfortable.