Back In The Swing of Things... Kind Of

Our group at Señor Frogs in Nassau, Bahamas. The guy on the right in the
Penn State shirt is my buddy Ben, who is owed his own shout out for
giving me a ride to Baltimore the day before the cruise. Thanks big guy!

I've returned from sailing the high seas and a week of fun in the sun.  Twelve friends and I just got back from a fantastic voyage to the Bahamas - and I have to say, I think getting back into the swing of things here might be a bit of an adjustment.  On the cruise (or "The Cruisical" as my friends and I referred to it) everything is prepared for you: breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, drinks, your room, etc.  "We need mixers for our Top Ten at 10:00 pregame tonight?"  OK fine, we'll have room service bring them.  "It's midnight and we feel like stuffing our face with pizza?" OK fine, we'll go to the Mermaid Grille.  It's not exactly "to get to work today, first I'll wake up mad early then I'll run three miles and then take a RideOn bus the rest of the way where I'll shower in a tiny little shower."

So after staying at Jon's in Van Ness last night, the prospect of a planes-trains-and-automobiles commute to work was a little too much after a week of pure laziness relaxtion on The Cruisical.  Plus, I had to restock my supply of clothes at work a bit, so I needed to carry three or four shirts and two pairs of pants with me - but I can't lie, even if I had not needed to carry so much stuff I probably still would have taken the metro.

It cost me a pretty penny, to be sure.  $4.40 to get from Van Ness to Rockville?  That is more than entire weeks' worth of commutes have cost me in the past when biking and/or taking RideOn.  But, it did get me to work in twenty-five minutes, meaning I got to sleep in later.  It was expensive rest.  I also took the metro after work - this time to Metro Center to meet Jon and some of his friends for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in the city, Rosa Mexicano.  That trip cost $5.20, meaning my total for the day was over nine dollars.  Nine dollars?  How can anyone afford that?  Now I remember why I've been avoiding use of the metro during this endeavor.

But if anything can break me of my Cruisical habits of doing everything the easy way in my fat clothes, it's definitely the overpriced metro.