"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Monday, November 23, 2009

Weekend Get-Away?

Richard really needed a vacation.

His stand-up routines weren’t working out for him—--not enough gigs to even come close to paying the rent—and his poetry, no matter how good he got, would never earn him a living. His temporary part-time job at Barnes and Noble allowed him to read a bit on the job, a benefit which he really liked, but he had to be careful not to linger too long in the Philosophy section, where he was once discovered by a coworker as he slept with a copy of Kant’s Observations on the Feeling of the Beautiful and Sublime supporting his head as he snored.

Richard couldn’t wait to tell Lola his plans for their weekend get-away. He knew how Lola liked to travel and he was confident that she’d jump at a chance to get a little sun by the pool (He secretly relished a chance to see Lola in a bikini again—an opportunity that too seldom presented itself.)

Richard strode down the “Travel” aisle at work, and confidently picked out two colorful books: Las Vegas for Cheapskates and How to Win a Million in Vegas.

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