Crowds

Although one of my favourite bands from the 80’s is Crowded House, I’m not a fan of the “crowded” concept. I like my space. More to the point, I like “just me” in my space. So crowded spaces be damned. Clearly I’m tapping into my inner Andy Rooney…again.

We just got back from a lovely vacation in Puerto Vallarta. A trip to somewhere so warm and so sunny, it shouldn’t be missed. What can be missed are the crowds, and there are plenty of them in PV. Crowded beaches, crowded sidewalks, crowded restaurants, crowded lobbies…you get my point.

I can’t blame these people for being in PV as well. After all, we all need to escape the cold winter every now and again…but do they have to do it when I’m there? Seriously. Let’s try to coordinate this a little better, ok world? I’ll let you know when I’m planning my visit, and you plan to be elsewhere.

And while I’m at it, can you talk a little less? Some people feel the need to share their stories about their babies, their dogs, their neighbours, their new veneers—their whatever—with the entire beach. Laughter is the best medicine they say, but not when it’s right beside you and can shatter a clock face 50 feet away. This isn’t the laughter Olympics, and frankly, no story is that funny. If you insist on laughing that loud, cover your mouth with your napkin…and cover your partner’s just in case.

The expression: two’s a crowd, three’s company? Needs updating in my opinion. Anything’s a crowd when there’s more than one.

By the way, the previous opinions are not shared by the person typing this story, nor many of the people reading it.

I did warn you at the beginning when I mentioned Andy Rooney.