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Okay, so I’m not a bronze god. You can’t even call me swarthy (nor would I really want you too.) I look healthy, less pallid—and let’s not forget: fatter. If nothing else, when you get home after a cruise you’re generally cured of that whole ‘wanting to eat’ thing. I’m also over rum, for now.

Sarah’s dad—who took turns with Sarah’s mom babysitting the boys in our absence—worked his magic on our wireless router, so I’m currently rocking the laptop from my couch right now and so very aroused by that fact, FYI.

Probably Tuesday I’ll post some excepts from the cruise journal, once I’ve had the photos developed. It was amazing, and unlike the Med cruise we did for our honeymoon, actually relaxing. In numbers:

Ports visited: 3
Ounces of rum consumed: 50.
Inquiries about whether the pretty girl would like her hair braided: 17

Games of trivia won: 6
Number of travel alarm clocks won through trivia and other miscellaneous contests: 10

AFI 100 Years specials watched: 5
Times Don’t Tell Me Not to Fly ran through my head after watching 100 Years 100 Songs: 67,000
Emotional distress endured as a result: impossible to measure

Comments

Dave said…
P.S. Since this posting and now, I've consumed 2 Rum and Cokes.
Rebecca said…
Welcome back!
kris said…
DAMN! What is it about the braids? I'm convinced that 97% of Mexico's GNP comes from tourist hair services alone.
Anonymous said…
Glad you (seem to have) had a good time and that your rum hiatus was short-lived.
But enough of the small talk. Let's get down to the important stuff:
What did you bring me?
Anonymous said…
Apparently I have to go away for anyone here to give a shit about my blog.

Screw you all.

Reay: I don't know what Dave has for you, but I have a nice big kick in the nads stored up for the next time I see you, big guy. I can't comment on people's blogs indeed.

Davey, thanks for the chat and the game. I needed that.

J

PS: My word verification: FSCAC.

Aw yeah, Cac.
Anonymous said…
Ah.
Jorge is such an angry guy.

He needs to be more peaceful, like me.

Do you remember Superman 3?

Jorge is just going through a hard time. He's got some wild 5 o-clock shadow and bloodshot eyes, lookin' to throw down with me, his nemesis, in a junkyard.

Good times.
Anonymous said…
JORGE ===> For the record, I only said I couldn't comment on your blog. I have to log into Microsoft's Passport.net system before it'll let me reply there, and I've long-since forgotten what the hell my password is. This is one of the many reasons Blogger rocks and Spaces blows dead goats.

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