Yay, It’s Vacation Time!

Okay, no more farting around with this vacation planning. Like I wrote in my previous post, today would have been a perfect beach day, but since I’m less than a week from needing overnight accommodations out of town, I thought it a bad idea to delay further.

When I travel on my dime to major cities, I prefer staying in “family” owned and operated establishments, if you catch my drift. So as of now, I have booked Thu., Aug. 9 in Québec City at a “friendly” hotel on the edge of the old city) and Fri., Aug. 10 to Sun., Aug. 12 in Montréal in a B & B in the Village. Then Monday I’ll wander over to the Lanaudière region for a few days. I’ll probably stop in Moncton overnight on my way up or down, or both.

It’s been 17 years since my last overnight stay in Québec City. It’ll be a short stay since I’ll be driving from Moncton (about 9 hours’ drive) that day, and will have a 3-hour door-to-door drive the next morning for a lunch date in Montréal. But it’ll be nice to get reacquainted with La Vieille Capitale, albeit briefly. As for the room I reserved, it might be a bit racier than the places where I’ve stayed in Montréal, but maybe not. It’ll either be an experience or more of the same.

As for Montréal, I booked 3 nights at the B & B where I stayed last fall — the same room, in fact. I tried the B & B where I stayed in March ’06 but got no response to my e-mail the other day and only voice-mail when I called today. I also left a voice-mail with Mr. J, whom I believe has returned to Montréal after a short stint in Calgary, so hopefully we’ll be able to get together. This will be my first Montréal visit in the middle of summer since ’94, so I’m looking forward to just hanging out or going for short jaunts outside the city, like Oka Beach.

My first day back to work was also supposed to be the first day of my new role at the day job, but I found out yesterday that it’s almost certainly going to be postponed by a week. If it’s not, then I’ll be ready; if it is, that’ll give me a chance to be even more ready. Despite the hassle of having to reschedule my vacation twice, I don’t feel it necessary to fume over such things. That’s just the way it is when you work in a large corporation, and there’s no point having a tantrum when things don’t work out as expected. In fact, I’ve come to expect the unexpected in that joint.

Hand Job?

So today’s the first day of my vacation. It’s gorgeous outside and I should take advantage of it to go to the beach, but it’s complicated.

  1. I haven’t formally booked accommodations yet for the road trip I’d like to do.
  2. If I’m to do a road trip, I at least have to get Junior’s oil changed, which is long overdue. Perhaps I could also get his MVI done as well, which is due by the end of this month.
  3. Next Monday is a holiday for just about everyone, meaning I can’t get the above done that day, and I think I should be hitting the road by Tuesday.
  4. I still don’t know what my exact itinerary will be, although I have a tentative lunch date in Montreal next Friday with CoCo, a colleague from the day job, and a projected stay with Cleopatrick and The Boys the following Monday to Wednesday.
  5. I would have liked to surprise my Toronto colleagues and go for a quick, unannounced visit.
  6. My sister, who lives in the Ottawa area, is currently on vacation in the Gaspésie, so Sunday evening would be the soonest I could announce a short visit a few days later — on weekdays, at that, when she’ll probably be back at work.
  7. I have some work to do in the first few days of my vacation.

So yeah, it’s complicated and it has been made more so because of the sudden change in my vacation dates.

Anyway, last night, completely exhauted, I crashed around midnight and refused to set the alarm. Consequently, I only woke up at the crack of 10. I showered and headed to the dealership but found that it couldn’t look at Junior until well into next week. Hence I waited in line for more than an hour and a half at another place up the road for a rapid lube job and oil change. While I was waiting, I was thinking about how Junior desperately needed a bath, and calculated in my head the time it would take to get the cleaning supplies and actually do the job. At that point, I thought, “No way, I’d rather spend that time planning my trip and booking rooms.” So instead I took him to the touchless car wash after his oil change.

I inspected him just before I backed him into his garage, and that’s when I actually said it out loud:

Geez, it’s not as good as a hand job, huh?

Junior blushed, and I think Jesus may have wept a little, too.