Staycationing

I'm off from work this week, and instead of dropping near 1,000 buckaroos on a trip to some warmer clime, I decided to staycation. It's a new term on the tongue of journalists everywhere who are bemoaning the state of our economy. Yes Wall Street and Main Street are swirling down the shitter, yes gas is expensive (though it seemed a lot cheaper on Long Island this week). And because of that, families are Staycationing. A vacation at home.

Sounds depressing, and I'll bet it is. Unless you live in the greatest city in the United States, like me.

Since I moved here three years ago, I haven't really had the chance to enjoy this metropolis of mine. And so, on my Staycation, I am doing just that. And what a fantastic time I am having.

Today I have a Blissage 75 at 1:30. It's a 75 minute massage. An hour and fifteen minutes of pampering from a man I haven't met yet. Imagine my excitement.

Tonight I'm meeting up with my old buddy PJ for drinks in Hell's Kitchen.

Tomorrow night I am seeing In The Heights. Last night was The Seagull.

So it's not like I'm really saving any money. I'm just taking advantage of the city at my fingertips, the place I walk and wander through to work every day. I'm just overwhelmed by my freedom. Going where I want, when I want, and doing what I want. A simple concept, and it's lovely.

I should Staycation more often.