Going to Mexico Tomorrow. What, Me Worry?
May. 11th, 2026 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canyonwalkerRight now I am not packing for a trip to Mexico tomorrow. It's not that I'm not going to Mexico tomorrow; I very much am! It's just that I'm not packing. 🤣
Oh, I will pack soon. Tonight. It's a short trip, just 3 days/2 nights in Los Cabos, that I don't need to overthink it, I keep reminding myself.
This trip Hawk and I are making a return visit to the Waldorf Astoria Pedregal in Cabo San Lucas. Yes, that's the one where we enjoyed an amazing room with a balcony and private plunge pool two years ago. In fact we enjoyed it so much we basically didn't use any of the resort's other facilities during out stay except the breakfast buffet. Not the main pool(s), not the hot tub, not the bar, not even the beach. I mean, why go out and deal with other people, why even get dressed, when there's a great private pool right on our balcony? We're looking forward to the same thing for this short trip.
BTW, the line in the title, "What, Me Worry?" is a classic tag line from MAD magazine. I've included a thumbnail of it, along with magazine's frequent character, Alfred E. Neuman, above/right.
MAD was was actually a bit before my time. It had been crazy popular with Boomer kids in the 1960s. It crept into my timeline because most of what was being produced new when I was growing up was flimsy shit crapped out by Hollywood creatives who'd fried their brains on marijuana and approved by cynical marketing execs who were too busy doing lines of cocaine to actually pay attention. So basically most of what we were given (that wasn't shit) were reruns from 10-15 years earlier that adult Boomers who ran newsstands and did programming at TV stations fondly remembered from their own childhoods. Except my parents weren't actually Boomers, they were Silent Generation, so they thought Boomer kid stuff like MAD was too subversive. So I had to read yellow, dog-eared old copies I'd occasionally get from my older cousins on the down-low. 🤣
But, hey, now we have the power of the Internet. And the power of AI. So let's update that picture for going to a resort....
OMG, it's so wrong but so funny it's right.
Oh, I will pack soon. Tonight. It's a short trip, just 3 days/2 nights in Los Cabos, that I don't need to overthink it, I keep reminding myself.
This trip Hawk and I are making a return visit to the Waldorf Astoria Pedregal in Cabo San Lucas. Yes, that's the one where we enjoyed an amazing room with a balcony and private plunge pool two years ago. In fact we enjoyed it so much we basically didn't use any of the resort's other facilities during out stay except the breakfast buffet. Not the main pool(s), not the hot tub, not the bar, not even the beach. I mean, why go out and deal with other people, why even get dressed, when there's a great private pool right on our balcony? We're looking forward to the same thing for this short trip.BTW, the line in the title, "What, Me Worry?" is a classic tag line from MAD magazine. I've included a thumbnail of it, along with magazine's frequent character, Alfred E. Neuman, above/right.
MAD was was actually a bit before my time. It had been crazy popular with Boomer kids in the 1960s. It crept into my timeline because most of what was being produced new when I was growing up was flimsy shit crapped out by Hollywood creatives who'd fried their brains on marijuana and approved by cynical marketing execs who were too busy doing lines of cocaine to actually pay attention. So basically most of what we were given (that wasn't shit) were reruns from 10-15 years earlier that adult Boomers who ran newsstands and did programming at TV stations fondly remembered from their own childhoods. Except my parents weren't actually Boomers, they were Silent Generation, so they thought Boomer kid stuff like MAD was too subversive. So I had to read yellow, dog-eared old copies I'd occasionally get from my older cousins on the down-low. 🤣
But, hey, now we have the power of the Internet. And the power of AI. So let's update that picture for going to a resort....
OMG, it's so wrong but so funny it's right.
