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Bahamas 2010 Location: not the Bahamas Mood: eh Music: I felt complete And now my body fades  Her: So something happened today on the subway that's never happened to me before. I got hit with a cello. On the subway. It's like we didn't even go on vacation! Me: Can I put this in my blog? Her: Please do. (muttering) Get hit with frick'n cello... Went on a mini-vacation to the Bahamas last week. We'd planned it for a while now; a good friend of mine scored us a balcony cabin on a nice cruise ship.  Most it was quite nice and the Bahamas looked like the pic above. The only portion that wasn't fun was when we stopped by Cocoa Beach, FL, which did not look like the pic above. No jest, we got dropped off at a parking lot by the bus and had to step over a dead bird on the way to the beach. Her: (looking out at the beach) What are we doing? This beach is like being on the Jersey Shore. Let's go. (turning to leave) Me: Yep. (shaking head) Cocoa Beach - where dreams and birds go to die.  Ended up going to Atlantis which was all sortsa cool although hella expensive. Spent it lying on the beach reading the Economist, BusinessWeek and Free. Quite the wild life I lead, I know.  Me: Do you have burgers right now? Waitress: It's 8AM, we have breakfast food. Me: Burgers are breakfast food. Her: We don't have burgers at this time. Me: I'm sure you can find a burger somewhere back there and throw it on the grill. Her: (stone-faced) Me: (sighing) Fine... ---------- BTW, if you want to get a copy of Free, for...free...click here. It's a good book; here's a review I wrote about it. YASYCTAI: Look for blue things today; people seem to really like blue. (60 mins/2 pts)  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Monday, January 26, 2009 | |
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Vacation Location: the rents for the holiday Mood: ready Music: My city or mountains Stay with me  It's 20090125. My vacation's over. Got some rest. Happy Chinese New Year.  It's 20090124. Pulled into port early. Too tired and dead to walk so I hop a cab to my pad with enough rum to supply a navy. It's 22 degrees. Water Harold. Say Hi to George. They're silent but I think they missed me. 212 emails. Damn email. Wrestle. Stumble to a party at Gio's where I meet a 22 year old French girl. No lie, ask Paul. But I've the girlie I want most so smile politely and stumble home. Just before I go, see a buddy get her digits. Someone's always playing the game. It's 20090122/23. Spend two days at sea. Which sounds like a chore but there's this German saying that goes, Gutes Gespraech kuerzt den Weg. Season 1 of Dexter doesn't hurt either.  It's 20090121. Arrive in Tortola. It's 84 degrees. Not much to see so after 45 minutes, walk back. Another day, another sandy beach, but learned why the chicken crossed the road, and almost bought this. Didn't. Got some sun on a deck before we headed home. Over dinner, Heartgirl and I discuss religion. Wanted to tell her that Blaise Pascal once said that Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction. Didn't get the chance. But it's true and a good quote, so I'm telling you.  It's 20090120. Arrive in St. Martin to go SNUBA-ing. Didn't cause the diver said visibility sucked; cool dude - most guys woulda taken our dough and taken us for a ride. So we had three rum drinks, a Clara and an argument instead. No little umbrellas, though. Crashed the Hilton beach by the sea where I got crashed into some rocks by the sea. It's 20090118. Arrive in Antigua. Not much to see, so after 15 minutes, walk back. If I ever did drugs, this would be my place. But I don't; I do rum. Note to self: See a rum factory. Another day, another sandy beach. Got a new camera a while ago. Sorry. Meant to introduce her: Clara. Learned to play 500 Rummy and taught Heartgirl how to play ChoDaiDi.  It's 20090117. Arrive in St. Thomas. It's 76 degrees. The waters are a blue that you can only imagine. They've mobile service there so I ring up my brother who's trying to figure out his love life. Someone's always playing the game. 37 emails. Damn email. Sit by the salty sea and watch the elusive NJ Hoochie Mama perform her mating dance. The target NJ Guido isn't impressed and takes flight. It's 20090115/16. Spend two days at sea. We wake up every morning at 6AM, have breakfast (carbs), work out, and eat a second breakfast (protein). There's this saying that goes: Good conversation shortens the travel. Sounds better in German. Found out today that, round where we left yesterday, a pilot landed a plane on the water. Good. NYC deserves some win.  It's 20090114. Water Harold. Say Bye to George. They're silent but I think they'll miss me. Zero out my emails. Damn email. Too awake and alive to take a cab so I walk to the docks on the UWS with my bags in tow, dreaming of rum drinks with little umbrellas. It's 17 degrees. It's 20090113. My vacation begins tomorrow. Hope I get some rest.  YASYCTAI: Couldn't read anyone's posts while I was gone. Tell me what I missed. (10 mins/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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