I am way lazier than I even realized.
When it comes to decision making, I’m known to choose the least responsible option, almost always. I think it’s in my blood, but more than likely (read: definitely), it’s a completely fixable personality flaw that I choose not to address. That being said, if there’s something important on the line, I can normally pull myself together and be a somewhat respectable human being and adult—as long as its only for a day or two.
When I was charged with the responsibility of representing The Lazy Travelers at TBEX, I was uncharacteristically motivated. I set up speed dating appointments, I bought my flight way in advance, and I even LOOKED AT THE SESSIONS THAT WERE BEING GIVEN AT THE CONFERENCE. Major win.
Flash to Friday night, when I first stepped foot in the #RWTBEX house, and I knew I was in trouble. Thirteen roommates, copious amounts of liquor, and at least seven beds in which to nap on at any given time. The chance of me making it across town to any TBEX activities grew slimmer by the minute (and exponentially slimmer with each glass of wine).
So, rather than TBEX-ing, I focused on the important stuff, comme ca:
Hanging with my roomies at the Flipkey house, pounds and pounds of poutine, & most importantly, enjoying beverages with my fellow #rwtbex-ers
In all serious, I’m appreciative of everything TBEX has to offer for young writers and travel lovers. It was an opportunity for me to get out of my comfort zone and explore a city that otherwise may not have been very high on my bucket list. More than anything, I got to spend time with friends that the romantic and I have made over the past two years; friends that share our love of drinking too much and eating food with too many carbs and more than anything, trekking to another country for 48 hours just to do all these together.
Did I eat too much poutine? For sure. Drink too much wine? At least that’s what GQTrippin thinks. Would I do it again? Hell yeah.