By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully May 23, 2008 at 1:47AM
After two months, it's finally time to return to Brooklyn. I found a hot girl on www.freeturnpikerides.com who is picking me up in an hour or so. All I have to do is buy her a bacon double cheeseburger at the Cal Ripken Jr. rest stop in Aberdeen and she said she'd take care of the rest. I'll let you know how it goes. She seems to be really nice. Thank God for the Internet!
If and when we finally do land at Marlborough Farms later today--does Memorial Day traffic begin as early as Friday afternoon? I guess we'll find out soon enough (fingers crossed, toes crossed, earlobes crossed, kneecaps crossed)--that will conclude a pretty incredible two months of living. From the excitement of the Sarasota Film Festival to a much slower existence in that town for the rest of April, to camping out in a North Florida state park, to mansion sitting in Charleston, to a wedding in Wilmington, to a surreal one day jaunt to Ocean City, back home to life in Central Maryland, it's been a magical run. One of the all-time greats, in fact. What makes it even better is that I've been able to work while I've been gone. Rather than rain on my holiday parade, all of that writing has made me feel less guilty about living the dream. Which leads us into even more preposterously cool news.
I thought my ten-day trip to Ireland for the first ever Tully Family Reunion in Portumna in late July/early August was going to be my major summer vacation, but it turns out that I'm now going to Hawaii for a week at the end of June (Kauai, specifically). I really don't know what I did to deserve this recent streak of good fortune, but I am truly thankful for it all. Life shouldn't be this good. But for now, it is. Fear not, however. Tragedy is going to strike like a scary burglar in the middle of the night. I know it will. And when it does, I will welcome it with sad, open arms. Until then, I will continue to remain optimistic and see where my lucky life will take me.
I could get cornier, but I'll stop there, for fear of cocking the pistol that's going to unleash a messy cap in my back...