Had dinner with a couple of friends Friday night. One had recently been in a nightclub in Moscow, and without any prompting from me, he confirmed my observation about the Russians: "They are tough people." He shook his head, and said again. "Tough...Tough and nasty."
There are three of us who get together (this is the other guy) once every six to nine months, whenever the jet setter is in town. He leaves in two weeks for Dubai, and possibly Africa, then India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Indonesia (to visit a girlfriend), and finally Hong Kong (to party).
While he's going to all those places, I'll also be taking trips…..to my local Y, and to Stop & Shop.
I always tell this guy that I live vicariously through him.
I'm not so sure, though, that my feeling is actually vicarious enjoyment. A more honest characterization might be just plain old envy.
I usually leave these dinners thinking about how acutely circumscribed my own life is these days.
However, you should think of it this way: if I led a more exciting, fulfilling life, I wouldn't have time to keep you informed about the latest fashions.