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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

That Pirate Town

I just got a phone call from my sister asking directions to a restraunt or two. She's in Key West, enjoying some much needed rest and relaxation with her husband, just returned from Iraq. She said she had seen Dominique, the Cat Man, been to the beach and seen the Hemingway House. She set out this morning, wanting a good breakfast and wanted directions to my much talked-up, Blue Heaven. I was pretty impressed that she actually LISTENED, since rarely do people take up my advice on stuff like that. I was also extremely impressed that I remembered the name of the street it was on. Thomas. I also told her where to get the best drinks and dinner on Caroline Street at Pepe's. I also directed her to Captain Tony's. WTF? She's been in Key West for 2 days and she hasn't been there yet? The conversation motivated me to pick up my Jimmy Buffett novel, while I sit here by the pool. He called Key West a pirate town. Which immediately made me think of a certain engagement or Bachelore/Bachelorette party a few of us were privy to down in Key West las July where everyone was dressed as pirates. Eye patches and everything. Of course, the best part of all that, was that Al had a dance or two with a very nice, and unfortunately for her, already taken, pirate. I hadn't thought about those pirates in a while. But I had to go over in my mind how not many people could pull that sort of thing off. And as fun and cool as that sounds, I know that I just couldn't.

Monday, March 21, 2005

It's Monday and, so far, I ...

1. Went to bed around 2am, watching coverage up in DC of the Terri Shrivo happenings.

2. Woke up at 9:30. That has to be the latest I've woken up in about 3 months.

3. Watched more Terri Shrivo stuff. Obsessed? I don't know. Glued to it? Completely.

4. Made myself eggs for breakfast. Definitely the first time in 3 months that's happened.

5. Enjoyed my percolated coffee by the pool with my lap top, music, and PJPII.

6. Thought to myself that Rascal Flats, Big and Rich, and Toby Keith are very enjoyable.

7. Hoped that that didn't make me a red-neck.

8. Decided I couldn't be, if my favorite movie is Amelie and I have never been "bogging" (aka. mudding) before.

9. Dozed in the sun.

10. Wished it was slightly less overcast today.

11. Went through a mental checklist for the big trip.

12. Considered the Texas Hold 'Em game this weekend and how I feel I caught on decently and made a good showing.

13. Thought of all the errands I need to run. Bank. CVS. Library. Publix. Barnes and Nobles. Mall.

14. Decided that all those can wait until tomorrow.

15. Blogged.

16. Zzzzzzz......

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Sigh of Relief

It's here. Finally. I'm sure you can hear a big fat "Ahhhhhh..." and some "Zzzzzzzz" from where you are. Spring break is here. It was actually here on Friday at 4:06.

What has spring break been made of? Why, sleeping, cleaning, baseball games, seafood dinners, poker and sitting by the pool in my bathing suit. Oh yes, and getting prepped for a trip to the great city of San Juan (i.e. first wax of the year = ouch).

I think it will lead to more sleeping, more cleaning, painting, poolside blogs and watching some professional tennis. Who knows. All I know is that on Wednesday, I depart for P.R. where I plan to do nothing besides lounge and eat and enjoy Al and El's much missed company. Maybe Al will show off some of her flirting techniques. Maybe El will wet her pants. Who could know? All I know is that I'll be back on Sunday and I probably won't want to be.

I also know that I'm turning 25 on March 25th and that that is a very special birthday. It only happens once and I'm lucky enough to celebrate it in style over my spring break, with my very best friends under the very best circumstances. I think I'm also pretty lucky to be over the age of 21 too, but you know, that's just me.

I also know that this birthdy will be spent under much better circumstances than the last. A dentist chair, with jaw pains from clinching it while sleeping, because of just getting engaged to someone very, very wrong and subconsciously knowing that. Dentist chair alone and uneasy...Beach chair, with Al and El, happier than ever....hmmmm...that's a tough one.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Family Fun

Does YOUR family have a life-size card board cut out of George W. Bush at their dinner table?

Mine does, mine does!

And he's been there since December 29th. And I have a feeling, he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

If eating dinner every night with Dubya is bizarre, I don't know what else is.

If your family has a stranger practice, please comment in my box.