Sun Burned Toes

So as of late I’ve been on a vacation rampage. Chalk it up to the dog days of summer or the fact that the only time I ever get a real weekend with the wife is when I’m on vacation or that my job is an unholy pit of despair that there is no escape from…your choice, but I personally like the last one the best.

So for the last 2 weeks I’ve been fighting the urge to book a weeks vacation in Cancun for the sheer guilty pleasure of being out of the country with my toes buried in the sand and a happy tropical drink in my hand. I mean really, what’s wrong with this fantasy? Absolutely nothing except for when I have to return to my dark little pit of a job the following week, only to be bombarded with the upcoming non stop torment that is winter and my job. Wife thinks that this week of bliss would only lead to a downward spiral of drinking way too much after a dark day of work, all in an attempt to remember those happy hours in which I wallowed on some beach in Mexico. Apparently this wouldn’t be healthy, or so says Wife…I think she’s afraid that I’ll just drink all the gin.

So I think my fuzzy beach vacation has been put off to some unforeseen date in the spring. As for now we’re debating about Jackson Hole Wyoming or Viva Las Vegas baby…

I’m a little torn between the two. Vegas is, well Vegas and Jackson is such a kick ass little mountain town, especially in the fall when you practically have the place to yourself. I honestly think I’m leaning more towards Jackson. Something about the cool pre-winter/post autumn air, a warm fire place and the mountains…gotta love the mountains as well as the sheer beauty of Jackson.

I’m also a little torn because the absolute best 2 meals that I have ever had have been from both areas. In Jackson you have the Snake River Grill that produces the best food that has ever touched anyone’s lips. Then you have Vegas and some teeny tiny little Italian shop/restaurant in the Venician…

I’m thinking Jackson…slower pace, great food, a warm cozy room, and nothing to worry about…
Then again…

Jackson does seem to have their priorities right. I mean any town in which your after dinner liquor is bigger than your after dinner coffee has got to be doing something right.