Nips' Conniptions

Spring break is coming. Woot.

I am really quite excited about it.

If it goes anything like the last 4 spring breaks went, I might as well just break out the books and punch the timeclock at work now. You see... I have a tradition to uphold. The cosmos have proven to me that any creative differences that I have with said tradition are simply not regarded with any sort of esteem. The most impressive of my attempts to blaze a new trail have resulted in blunt machetes and a downtrodden spirit. Oh, yes. It was that good.

Exhibit A:

I won't go too far into this... because I still have nightmares. Senior year: Last chance to break the curse. Solution? Free trip to NYC with the basketball team. Reality? 10 hours in a big metal tube sitting on the freight runway in South Bend, IN. 5 hour sleep in a swanky hotel I barely saw. 10 degree weather, causing near hypothermia conditions as I dragged an irritable crew around town. And finally, a 7 pm basketball loss, sending us back on the plane at 9am the next morning.

I did manage to buy some glassware for the cocktail party during the rest of the week, though. Sooooooo... supermegahappyterrificfuntrip(house).

So the question now becomes... how will I attempt to thwart the SB gods this year? Most people already have plans and such. I am not most people. We have, I believe, crossed a critical threshold. After said threshold, any "traditional" break would be expensive, difficult to pull together, and very lame. As such, I believe that the tack I shall take is that of extremity. The crazier the idea, the better. Call it Nipsian BRC. So what are the options garnered thus far?

I-35. This road has been asking for it. It just looks so vulnerable... sitting there... being... there. It could use a good raping. It has tried to kill me countless times, and I think that it really deserves to have the favor returned. You see, I've seen the "I-35 END" marker at its northmost point in Duluth, MN. In fact, I have progressed beyond said point, nearly to Canuck territory. To conquer the biway, I would need only see "I-35 END" in sunny southern Texas. It's an awesome 80 degrees down there. It's a 23 hour trip. If only iOFF had cruise...

I-94. Ok, so maybe there is a theme here, but this road needs a good conquering as well. In addition, I could catch Boston for St. Paddy's day. Coolswell.

Chicago. Crazy McAwesomeawesome Coolstuff has gone down in this fair hamlet. Attractions include St. Paddy's, my bro, key ND alumni, and, of course, my fiancee. No doubt Chitown will be included in the itinerary.

The Florida Keys. Because, why wouldn't I want to spent the entire break in my car?

Hudson Bay. We've been experiencing a warming trend here lately... it hit 40 for the first time in ages the other day! Time to head north and chase down old man winter with an ice pick.... eh? What spring break is complete without a mountie, a sliced in half car, and a bunch of beady eyed, floppy headed... people. Hmmm?

Des Moines. Well... if it comes down to this and a bullet in the head...

ND. I hear those sad sacks will just be getting back from Guatamala or Haiti or wherever the crap they are going... gotta check in with the crew.

LaX (The North). No, no, a trip to LA is way out of the question... but La Crosse? Well, they have a deece bar scene and it is only 2.5 hrs away. Options abound. Crazy people live there. There is a river. There is a downtown. There is a university. There are streets. There are theaters. There are dogs. There are cars. Yup.

New Orleans. No more needs to be said. I could be whistlin' (with) Dixie.

The Dub. Uuuuuuggggghhhhh... Acousmic?

Your house, eating your food, and thieving your booze. Lemme know when I can arrive.

Spring Break '06. Sure to be a fantastic failure. I mean success......




(Oh, yeah, I live in a trailer home... not too much insulation, so the heating bill is high. --Woman who cut my hairs.)

Posted by ndNips on Thursday, March 02, 2006 at 6:06 PM | Permalink