Vacations are like New Year's Eve

I can't help but think, "Wait, should I be doing something else, somewhere else?"

Then I remember that money (rather, the lack thereof) greatly limits my options, thus rendering my semi-hypothetical question moot.

So much for diving into piles of gold, recording my own version of "Stars Are Blind," beach lounging on a blanket made of endangered yak and upsetting Lindsay Lohan in some way in the VIP room of Marquis.