Do you look forward to long weekends?
When you’re a journalist, they’re a bit meh. Journalists – newspaper ones especially – work on public holidays. News waits for no man’s getaway, it’s just other day in the office.
Long weekends are even more meh for me these days because my ex has the kids every Sunday and Monday.
And then there’s the whole empty bank account thing.
I shouldn’t complain. I lead a very trippy life until recent years. My country count is respectably high, including Britain, United States, the Seychelles, Mexico, Fiji, Tahiti, Singapore, France, Spain and Turkey.
Poor me, eh?
Not that I’d consider any of those countries for a long weekend. Far too long on a plane. Well, maybe Singapore. I’ll endure just about anything for a luscious plate of roti canai or char kway teow.
Closer to home, I’ve been fantasising about destinations for my digital detox. But it’s such a downer. Accommodation – unless you’re staying in some dodgy pub with share bathrooms – runs at around $200 a night on average and that’s before you put petrol in the car and food in your belly.
Where does all the money come from? Those Wotif deals seem to be going like hotcakes.
At this rate I’ll be camping. And I PASSIONATELY DETEST camping … almost as much as I hate backpacking.
Should I somehow manage to get my tax return done (there’s the small matter of not having submitted it yet, but anyways) and score a refund cheque, I’m pondering a couple of nights in the Hunter Valley (UPDATE: I just got an email from Destination NSW suggesting I include this link for anyone considering a Hunter escape).
Erm … I’m beginnning to think I should have called this blog “Enough with the middle class whingeing.”
It reminds me of a recent blog post by former Madison magazine editor Lizzie Renkert, who has struggled to make ends meet since her retrenchment and bemoaned: “So I find myself in a situation that I never thought I’d be in in my 40th year. I am broke. I am watching friends go on incredible family holidays, upgrading their cars, buying the latest bags and shoes that I once coveted, but this just isn’t on the cards for me anymore.”
I got a bit eye-rolly at that point. Awwwww, damn, no more designer bags and shoes for poor Lizzy. As one commenter snarked: “Cry me a river princess!! Welcome to reality!!” But the truth is that I secretly feel her pain a little too keenly. I also mourn the days of fancy hotel junkets and snapping up Marc by Marc Jacobs boots on sale at Shopbop.
Woe is the lower-middle-class life of a former magazine editor who now has to pay for her own holidays instead of getting freebies … but can’t.
Speaking of holidays, the US is celebraing the Memorial Day long weekend. It’s kinda like Anzac Day and is for remembering Americans who died serving their country. Here’s how celebs are marking the occasion …