My younger sister, Georgia, is in Vienna right now and no, I don't mean the town near Washington, DC. She is actually in Europe, her, "I'm-not-a-snob-but-we-do-an-annual-European-trip," TRIP. I DON'T CARE. I'M NOT BITTER.
She keeps sending emails out all, "in bed but about to pop into the lobby for breakfast," Does she realize how much I love hotel breakfasts?! I'll even take continental!
Or, "Budapest was okay but we are enjoying Vienna more!" UM. We drove to Texas with a screaming baby. JEALOUS? We even ate at Popeye's so now I am totally in the running for best fall trip.
This morning her email talked endlessly about wiener schnitzel and all of the various forms to enjoy. Cut up, whole, spicy, eaten with a baguette. DID YOU SAY BAGUETTE? Yeah, only half of my travel fantasies employ that form of bread. Jerk.
Why not just stab me in the heart and say you are enjoying a cup of strong coffee at a small outdoor cafe on a sunny day while eating a piece of rich chocolate cake and chit chatting with some overly enthusiastic locals? WHY NOT? Oh no wait! In the perfect outfit? With exotic dinner plans? And bags of shopping at your feet? AND YOU'VE JUST BECOME COMFORTABLE IN THE NEW LANGUAGE?
Screw you jealousy.
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