Adventures in Adventuring
So I went to Vegas last weekend, a place that I’ve been to more than enough times. If there’s one thing I love about that town, it’s that no two visits are ever the same. Going with friends is different from going with my cousins, which is different from going with my parents, which is different from going with other friends.
This last trip was definitely an offshoot from the norm.
I go to Vegas every year with AS (the Anti-squared fam for those not in the know), and for the last few years we’ve rented out houses off the strip. Econimically sound, considering there are normally 20+ of us on any given trip, but it also means a drive and a hassle to go adventuring in all madness that Vegas has to offer. This year we decided to stay at Ceasar’s Palace on the strip.
24 friends.
4 rooms.
Countless possibilities.
Every time I return, I have my Vegas withdrawals. I miss the tables, the nightlife, the buffets, and the madness. This time around I found myself missing something entirely different. I missed the ability to leave my room, grab any combination of my 24 cohorts and go on an adventure. Other than to sleep, I was never in my room for more than 2 hours at a time and every time I left there was a different kind of fun to be had. From getting hammered at the pool at 11am to a freestyle session in the cab to putting on a different persona at the poker table, there was never a dull moment.
More important, there was never a repetitive moment. I rarely left the room with the same people, and we rarely did the same thing. Coming home to the nothingness that I had left felt like a descent into boredom, something I’m all to familiar with and despise with every fragment of my being. Fucking boredom.
So, with today’s pipeline of outlets to let the world know what I’m thinking, I updated my facebook status: “Vegas withdrawals: I constantly want to leave my room and go on an adventure.” Then it hit me. Why only in Vegas? Why not embrace that as my philosophy.
Sure, I realize that in the real world we need to be responsible and go to work and manage out home lives, but why can’t there be a balance between the responsible life and the adventurous one? I see no reason.
Despite my exhaustion from my trip, I found myself rejuvenated. I was able to get crackin’ on some projects that have been on the shelf and work my way into some new ones. Then the boredom set in and thank to my Los Angeles Lakers and a few friends willing to go on a journey, I went to what had to have been the biggest party in the history of Wednesday mornings.
95,000+ went on an adventure to the LA Coliseum that morning. Even more counting those that line the Laker parade route. They may not have gotten the same satisfaction that I had, but everyone was there because they needed a break from the norm.
There’s nothing wrong with our “normal lives.” Routine is part of the process. But why not make a break from routine part of the routine. Life can never get stale that way.
So I urge you to get out there and have an adventure, even if only for an hour or two. I’m sure you’ll come back with some inspiration or at least a story to tell…
