I have vacations the way Mary Richards had parties -- A "Mary Richards party" is a euphemism for a party that is disastrous. Well, those are my vacations -- and particularly my well-intended road trip. It turned into a horror show, and I'm not sure how or when it even happened, but I suspect it started before my guests had arrived to pick me up. When they got to my apartment, I sensed agitation, irritation, anger and a distinct lack of enthusiasm in some of the family members. My instincts were telling me, "Don't go! Don't go! This will not end well! Do not get into that car!" Yes, my instincts did use all those exclamation marks. I should have listened to them. But I forged on, thinking that once we were on the road and had started our journey, we would all be one big happy family, and actually have fun.
Oh, goodness, what was I thinking?
Without going into details, let me just say that the trip was
The moral of the story is, always, always, always trust your instincts. If something doesn't feel right, don't do it.
"Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too." ~~ Aldous Huxley