Hip and trendiness...

Because there is not food in our place, the wife and I were forced to venture out for grub tonight. There's a new hip and trendy place down the road from our apartment, so we thought that we'd check it out. After fondue, hand cut fries, a noodle dish and two drinks, I come to find that it isn't cheap being hip and trendy.

But what's fifty bucks to sit around with cool people-- feeling cool as a result?

Nursing my overpriced import beer, the wife looked at me. "Tomorrow is Saturday. Our day to play," she stated. Before I could make a case for how I wanted to define "to play" (hubba! hubba!), she started to remember the work she had to do tomorrow. This made me think of the work I had to do. And so it seemed that there will be no play for either of us this weekend.

My question: what's the sense of taking vacation time when I have to work double time when I return and then dedicate my weekend to catching-up?

I suppose it's to secure my continued employment so that I can pay for my hip and trendiness.