Got back on Monday from a weekend in Vegas...
It was great, mostly. I got to hang out with my brother and his wife, both of whom I love to be around (most of the time.) My bro and his wife took me to the Spearmint Rhino, one of the finer strip clubs in Las Vegas, where I got several birthday lapdances... On the day I left for home, I got see my mom and get some free starbucks and a blueberry muffin.
But I also saw my grandma... She's 93. She didn't recognize me the whole time I was with her. She thought I was her dead brother Ron, and that my brother was her dead brother Eric. At one point, she had a conversation with her grandmother -- she didn't think one of us was her grandmother, she was just talking to the empty air in front of her. It's hard seeing her that way. I almost lost it at one point.
The trip was sooooo needed. Sure, it sucked to see my grandma so sick, but I'm glad I still have opportunities to visit her. Mostly, though, I just need to get the FUCK out of Salt Lake for a while. I needed to clear some mental cobwebs. And I did.
I had been feeling so run-down. Every day I seemed to get more tired and more grouchy. You don't have to get a psyche degree to recognize the early signs of a depressive episode. But I was barely out of this goddamn city before I started to feel better. By the time I got back home to Utah, I could barely believe how much my entire outlook had improved. Maybe it was the strippers, but I don't think so.
Plus, I picked up some discount sake and Bushmill's on the way home. And, when my mom comes up to visit in a few weeks, she's bringing up some Red Stripe and some Newcastle that I left down there. So there's that.
I'm prescribing myself regular doses of travel from here on out. I don't need to take a whole week off or anything, just get in the car and drive somewhere that's not here, and hang out for a couple of days. It's necessary. It's healthy. Next stop: Denver.
It was great, mostly. I got to hang out with my brother and his wife, both of whom I love to be around (most of the time.) My bro and his wife took me to the Spearmint Rhino, one of the finer strip clubs in Las Vegas, where I got several birthday lapdances... On the day I left for home, I got see my mom and get some free starbucks and a blueberry muffin.
But I also saw my grandma... She's 93. She didn't recognize me the whole time I was with her. She thought I was her dead brother Ron, and that my brother was her dead brother Eric. At one point, she had a conversation with her grandmother -- she didn't think one of us was her grandmother, she was just talking to the empty air in front of her. It's hard seeing her that way. I almost lost it at one point.
The trip was sooooo needed. Sure, it sucked to see my grandma so sick, but I'm glad I still have opportunities to visit her. Mostly, though, I just need to get the FUCK out of Salt Lake for a while. I needed to clear some mental cobwebs. And I did.
I had been feeling so run-down. Every day I seemed to get more tired and more grouchy. You don't have to get a psyche degree to recognize the early signs of a depressive episode. But I was barely out of this goddamn city before I started to feel better. By the time I got back home to Utah, I could barely believe how much my entire outlook had improved. Maybe it was the strippers, but I don't think so.
Plus, I picked up some discount sake and Bushmill's on the way home. And, when my mom comes up to visit in a few weeks, she's bringing up some Red Stripe and some Newcastle that I left down there. So there's that.
I'm prescribing myself regular doses of travel from here on out. I don't need to take a whole week off or anything, just get in the car and drive somewhere that's not here, and hang out for a couple of days. It's necessary. It's healthy. Next stop: Denver.