Will Bueché



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Thanks but nothanksgiving

Posted in Personal by Will on Tuesday, November 14th, 2006 ~ 6pm

Geez, everybody wants me to be in Massachusetts for Thanksgiving. My parents appear to be fine with me staying in Boulder for the holiday but a call came in while I was taking a shower yesterday from their best friends, and they had an idea to fly me in, as a surprise guest at the Thanksgiving dinner that they and my parents share. And then today there’s another freaking Discovery Channel documentary wanting me, similarly offering to fly me in for free. I don’t like traveling. I really do not like it. Travel means two or three days of stress in advance, followed by maybe a week of being ill as I recover from the flight. I really don’t like traveling. I’m stressed even now as I am typing this.

My plan has been to maybe consider flying out in early Spring, thereby hopefully doing the travel during light/off-peak travel times. Theory being it would be easier if there are fewer people.

As I noted in an earlier blog, one of my parents has a serious health issue now, and so I think that is the undercurrent beneath my parents’ friends wanting to fly me out. And I can see how it would be a kind of nice surprise (though it could equally shock them into thinking something must be dreadfully wrong to make me show up so suddenly). On the other hand the Thanksgiving dinners are crashingly boring — mind numbing, please-God-let-it-end exercises in the most inane small talk. And that’s no reflection on the people involved; they’re all swell. It is just what those dinners have always been.

I think the last time I had a family gathering that was entertaining was when I was like 10 years old and I played vampire with an attractive female cousin my age. But since then it’s all just been about putting in an appearance and tolerating the tediousness. I don’t think my being there would neccesarily make my parents happier. Sure, it would be nice to see my mom, and my father is put-up-with-able, but it is not as if I bring some sort of exuberance to the table. These events remind me I’ve done nothing with my life (aside from my stint working for an author). I’ve nothing to show — no wife to bring by, no child, nothing. So I believe, I expect, that I will not be going.

I did look at a map to see where the Denver airport is. And it appears there’s an expensive toll road that avoids going through Denver, which sounds nice — for the future. My plan is to never set foot in Denver. Freaking 6 lane highways in that downtown. I don’t drive on such things. No fucking way.

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  1. k said,

    on November 17th, 2006 at 3:13 pm

    what about a train? is that more bearable? longer, but without the airplane stress.

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