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Thanks to my Facebook memories I know that it was three years ago today that I took my birthday gaycation to Charleston. A group of my friends who all happen to be #teamvirgo wanted to take a quick trip to witness the southern hospitality. It was a gorgeous city (even though we went right after a hurricane hit), great food, and cute boys. What more could a gay ask for? After I peeped the beach, randomly ran into some listeners, we took a day cruise with a bunch of locals. We were only in town for 72 hours, and boy did we make the most of it! Flash forward to today. I miss taking trips! It’s annoying seeing these people on Instagram (my old roommates included) that live on or near a beach. These people even have the nerve to document their travels and be shocked as hell when they arrive at a tourist attraction and they’re the only ones there. I hate all of you. I’m jealous because even though quarantine is “over” my anxiety, immune system, and bank account say otherwise. Who can really have a “carefree” vacation at a time like this? Well…apparently a lot of people. One thing that has started to bring back some normalcy in my life is my FOMO. I think it would be fun if this PoundTake covered what my dream vacation would look like if I were to cross it off my bucket list.
I hit up a friend of mine that I know has been to one of my dream places, Tel Aviv. I asked him if he was going to Rosh Hashanah this year (basically the Jewish New Year) and he said due to COVID, his family won’t be attending the celebration in Israel. Tel Aviv is my dream vacation for a couple reasons. One would be that it’s statically the gayest city on earth. Tel Aviv is the only city in the world with a gay population of 25%. Another is that it’s super diverse, you got all colors, all religions, music, and architecture. Also, I hear the nightlife is incomparable and it has vibrant and lively beaches. Last but not least, I believe most of the men in the city are circumcised, so I won’t feel too far away from home and I can really enjoy “tasting the city.” The name of the city itself just sounds fancy and exotic, and you know how a bitch likes to feel fancy and exotic.
I feel like there is no better time to leave the country than now. If I were to leave, I don’t think I’d come back until after the election. That is if I’m able to get back in. Hell, getting out would probably be my first problem. Our passports aren’t worth anything! If I were to go to Tel Aviv, I want to make it worth it. Four years ago, the show traveled to Montego Bay, Jamaica. Ironically we were there the night of the 2016 election and had to fly home to this mess. But while there, we had private suites with an ocean view, a nine-course meal on the beach made by personal chefs, aaaand we had an ambassador that showed us the heart of the city. That was the greatest “vacation” I’ve ever been on and will probably ever go on. Tel Aviv just sounds like a blast but I feel like I would need a few prerequisites, like abs, a private plane, & a yacht (it’s my bucket list, so why not travel in style). I just wanna get lost in fantasy and forget about the reality that has struck all of us Americans in recent months. Israel may have its problems, but Tel Aviv is a real shot to free mine.