Tomorrow we dance...

Three weeks with no post, thats impressive. I'm the worst blogger ever.

Tomorrow is the fourth Gatsby Party. It will also be the last. The times are just changing. It seems like the boundless opportunity inspired by the first half of the book has become the doldrums and despair of the last part of the book. What with the economy moving into a recession and my job prospects forever a roll of the die, it makes it difficult to follow through on the planning and investment necessary to put these on. Plus our new place just isn't very party friendly. We lost Gatsby's place, so we're losing Gatsby altogether. Maybe next year we'll have a Hooverville party.

There have been few adventures of late. Lots of planning, or really dreaming. We have discovered that if one were so inclined they might retrace the route of the old Orient Express from Paris to Constantinople by way of four daily scheduled trains. We have considered excursions much closer to home to see the last of L's relatives left in the west. We have even considered, though briefly, what a great vacation it would be to circumnavigate the world. Of course, like I said, these were not so much plans as fantasies. They mostly involved flying, so they weren't great fantasies you see.

Friday is the last Great Gatsby, Tuesday is the Dentist, as is the Thursday falling 9 days later. So, you can see where our travel money went. Perhaps if we were both ever gainfully employed for longer than three months we could put some planning forth.

- S