While hoisting a piece of sheetrock high onto the wall, I said to my contractor, "Let's blow this pop stand next weekend and get away," fully expecting him to say, "Are you kidding?! We've got a project to finish."
"Hell, yes," he grunted.
In life, just as in sheetrock hanging, timing is everything.
I think we'll check out Omaha. It's close, it's supposed to have a cool downtown and there's a bridge named for Bob Kerrey. What's not to love?