So, the plane ticket to the inauguration of our noble president-elect, Barack Hussein Obama, costs around $800. If I spend it, I’ll miss out on:
-Three days of work, unpaid.
-Either a Buenos Aires or Salvador da Bahia add-on to my end-of-the-year romp in Brazil.
-A trip to Cuba in February with some of my best friends from the States.
-New York for Spring Break.
-A new digital camera (the one I have now is very “first generation”).
-A new iPod (well, an iPod, as I currently don’t own one and this Discman is looking more and more like an 8-track player every day).
-Possibly Mexico in March with another one of my cool peeps.
Now, I know you’re thinking that all these things couldn’t possibly be worth $800, which is true when considering the individual price of each item. However, when taking into account the accrued interest, fees, and surcharges that go along with robbing Peter to pay Paul, the end amount spent becomes compounded.
If I do go, I’ll be making a long-overdue and much-needed visit to Washington, where I lived as a sometime political operative before moving to Colombia. I’ll be amongst virtually all of my very best friends in life (and get to see my undergrad university especially represented since our band, the world-famous Marching 100, has been invited to perform). And we’ll be witnessing the one and only time that the first black president of the United States is sworn into office. I mean, I’m the history teacher for chrissakes…shouldn’t I be there for this one and only history-making life-changing event?
I have to decide by next week.
Note: If this post sounds strange and flighty to you, then you should know that I am indeed a sufferer of vagabond neurosis.