You often hear the phrase “I need a vacation from my vacation.”
I try not to use cliches, but after just a few days at the beach, I need a vacation from my vacation.
Unfortunately, I have a kid. So I’ll never get one.
Losing my Vegas virginity and my CES virginity on the same trip may not have been the best idea. There is a lot to take in.
Everything is just…big. Any by “everything” I mean the Strip, the conference itself, the casinos, the hotels, the crowds…the only thing that’s not big is the dividing line between the glamour of this town, artificial as it is, and the grunge that lies beneath, between and behind it. That line is razor-thin, as the walk from my hotel to the convention center made abundantly clear: from high-priced strip clubs to low-rent strip malls. But everything else? Big.
Of course, thanks to CES, that “everything” also includes the latest and greatest in technology, and I’ve seen a bunch of it.
You may have noticed that the blog has been a bit quiet lately. That’s because my life has been so loud.
The past few weeks have seen me, Mom and Buried, Detective Munch finally make the
dreaded highly anticipated move down to Raleigh, North Carolina. First our bodies, then our belongings made their way below the Mason-Dixon.
We aren’t even close to settled-in, and so I have hardly been able to begin dealing with the culture shock that comes with a move from the northeast to the midsouth.
Especially since I was already forced to visit the DMV.
Last week, for the Blogger Idol contest (still alive!), we had to give our take on an issue currently in the news. I chose same-sex marriage.
We are moving to North Carolina next week (!!!!), so this issue means more to me than ever. But after visiting Maine this past weekend – where it’s coming up for vote as well – it’s clear this issue isn’t merely a southern one.
Bigots are everywhere.
You can read my essay below.
Things got serious this week.
The assignment was to present our take on a hot news topic. My choice, like most of the others, doesn’t easily lend itself to comedy. So I got real on your asses and laid out my opinion on the same-sex issue that has been dividing the country for years.
It’s become more personal to me since I had my son and will be even more relevant now that we’re moving to North Carolina, a state where the fight for equality has some real obstacles.
Like Amendment One.
We are moving. From the cozy confines of Brooklyn to the Southern jungle of Raleigh, North Carolina.
With moving comes a variety of stresses and concerns. There’s a reason moving is the only thing on earth that’s actually worse than planning a wedding. Am I right, ladies?
Since we happen to be moving from a city with certain conveniences (such as being the GREATEST PLACE ON EARTH!) to an area somewhere below the Mason-Dixon line that may or may not have electricity and written language, we are forced to make a variety of complicated arrangements.
Not the least of which is acquiring an automobile.