It’s A Mystery To Me

On Wednesday morning the Lovely Mrs. G. is taking me on a 5 day, 4 night vacation.

And I have no idea where we’re going.

It’s a mystery trip – a vacation to places unknown. Mrs. G. has planned it all, without my involvement at all, a fact that has slowly eaten at my soul for the past 3 months.

You see, I’m usually the trip planner. And when I say “trip planner”, I mean that I’m the guy who has figured out our vacation to the last detail. Months of planning, researching, strategizing, and putting it together. (My Disney trip plans? They’re damn legendary.)

But this time, Mrs. G. has done it all, and I’m along for the ride – a passenger without a map, a plan, or a schedule to keep up.

It’s been kind of fun, in a strange way. Where are we going? What will we do? I have no clue. Hell, I don’t even know what I need to pack – a swimsuit or a snow parka?

I’ve got a few guesses of where we’re headed, but that’s all they are. I’ve purposely avoided getting involved in it, and I really haven’t bugged Mrs. G. for any details. Sometimes a little mystery in life can be a good thing.

So Mr. Obsessive Tommy G. is on his way to somewhere only God (and my lovely bride) knows. But as long as I have Mrs. G. with me, it’ll all be good. And maybe someday I’ll have to plan a mystery trip for her.

How does Transylvania sound? I’ll have to start my research now.