I’ve come to a conclusion. I need to change professions. Sure I LOVE what I do currently, but there are bigger issues.

I need to a job with spring breaks. Seriously, who gets those? Wait, I’ll tell you who. The fabulous Sarah over at Tales of Wit and Charm, that’s who. I think she mentioned spring break to purposely rub it in my face. And it got me thinking of people who look forward to these luxurious breaks from life. I’ve come up with the list: students, retirees and teachers.

Well I’ve got my degree so the student option is out. Retiring? I checked both dollars in my 401(k) and I’m still down over 52% since 2007. Given that and the fact that I’m only 37, retiring is not an option. So that leaves teaching.

Teaching could be fun. Only obstacle…I’d need to triple my teaching salary to survive. Hell I’ve got a wine habit to maintain. And there’s the issue of having lots of free time off. That means travel. If spring breaks are anything like I remember, I need to brush up on my Spanish, sleeping in a tent on the beach and beer-bonging skills. Viva Los Cabos!

Oh, and, as long as I manage to only drink things that dehydrate me (alcohol) and no tap water I should also be able to avoid peeing my pants. Us good Americans need to stick together!

Last night a few friends and I headed to a bar as we waited for the social media event in Salt Lake City to begin. Turns out this bar was hosting a fight night meeting in the back room. I think it was the Ultimate Fighting Club or something which is described as dirty street fighting with no rules.

Guess where we sat? Yeah, the back room. This was before the crowd of street fighters started pouring in. After about 30 minutes of sitting in the same room with 60 tough looking men that didn’t know how to smile we decided to move towards a less intimidating crowd. Honestly, you couldn’t look these tough guys in the eye for fear that they’d scratch out your eyes and kick you in the crotch.

We decided to move to a different part of the bar and immediately felt more at ease, even though the fighters kept strutting past our table looking for their group in the back room.

Then this attractive guy walked past our table and I waved him towards the back and said, “They’re back there…” He thanked me. Then I snuck in a “…but please don’t beat me up.” He turned and laughed. Then he said, “What makes you say that?” I laughed back and waved him on.

He took five more steps until he met up with his friends at the bar. Yeah, he was not part of the street fighting group. I think he was mortified that I implied he was a woman beater.

I meant to apologize to him later and explain why I said that. But I lost track of time and lost track of him. Hello ADD.

This is precisely why being outgoing and friendly can bite you in the ass. You can say things that offend, disturb, hurt and mortify others. However sometimes you can make people laugh and it’s all worth it. It’s the risk you take in my world…welcome to it.

Life in Salt Lake is great.  There’s plenty to do, plenty to drink and plenty of everything.  I love social stuff.  I don’t love alone time.  I mapped out my weekend to see what it looks like.

Friday: after work – MS fund raiser/auction then Drinking Liberally social

Saturday: early afternoon fashion show, errands and ?

Sunday: tweet up brunch & dinner/drinks/movie with a friend

If you have any ideas for fun fillers, I’ll gladly hear them.  Otherwise I’ll be a risk to spend time with myself which always ends in a fight.