Remember when people used to go on vacation with no means of anyone getting hold of them? Remember when people put an out of office reply on their voice mail and e-mail and refused to check either? It wasn’t that long ago, but judging by the crackberries and cell phones I’ve seen around hotel pools lately, some people have a real problem getting unplugged and really relaxing.
The other night I’m at a Shins concert at the historic Ryman Auditorium in Nashville and all through three whole songs of the opening band, this idiot in front of me is sending messages on his Blackberry. I really felt like crawling over the seat and putting a big “L” for “Loser” on his forehead with a Sharpie. He probably realized he looked like a loser too because as soon as a hot-looking girl sat down two seats away from him, he put the thing away and started watching the band again.
Where am I going with all this? I’m going on vacation. A real one. No laptop, the cell phone stays off as soon as I’m airborne, and the only gadgets packed will be a camera and an MP3 player—the latter mostly for the flight. This shouldn’t sound strange, but unfortunately it is in this always-connected world. I imagine I’ll have some real conversations with people I’ve just met. I won’t feel the need to document everything I’m experiencing. I won’t bother people in the pool chair next to me with inane cell phone conversations that shouldn’t even be taking place in a faraway land. I’ll spend my days in the pursuit of leisure, taking naps, slowing down. In short, I’ll leave home at home, where it belongs.
Until next Tuesday, this blog will be quiet. And I’ll be walking on a beach wearing the shirt pictured above, just for good measure.