Trapped between my father watching 24 and my mother watching a movie about date rape on Lifetime - can't imagine why I'd ever want this vacation to end.
To be fair I knew that they were going to be here this week too but I had no way of knowing how bad the black dog would be this week. For some reason I really didn't think I'd get depressed while in sunny Fla. So I'm spending $100 to change my flight so I can fly back tomorrow - and I guess I'm delighted by this. I want to be home more than just about anything.
We went to a Tiki bar tonight that was featured in my Tiki Road Trip book. It's called the Bahi Hut. It was kind of a disappointment - but if I'd have wandered in off the street with no expectations I would have been charmed by it. They're supposedly famous for their Mai Tais so that's what I got, but - not really my drink. Too fruity.
I'm trying not to be too upset that this whole vacation idea was a miserable failure - I mean, at least I got my requisit sunburn, saw a movie (Hellboy - fun) and had a Mai Tai. Whatever. I'll just try to make the most of the rest of my week - which I guess means lots of weed and jerking off. Amanda called my cell tonight and agreed to pick me up at the airport tomorrow night...so maybe I'll get laid too. Though, her soldier boy is back so I don't really know where we stand. I don't really care I guess and I probably only feel like I miss her because a new focus for her affection has moved back into the picture and I'm no fool. We are both painfully aware that we look best to one another when we feel like we have no one else. She was a lousy girlfriend, but as fuck friends we get along famously with a real affection for one another too. This is so much easier.
I don't know. Fuck. This is worse than my live journal entries.
To be fair I knew that they were going to be here this week too but I had no way of knowing how bad the black dog would be this week. For some reason I really didn't think I'd get depressed while in sunny Fla. So I'm spending $100 to change my flight so I can fly back tomorrow - and I guess I'm delighted by this. I want to be home more than just about anything.
We went to a Tiki bar tonight that was featured in my Tiki Road Trip book. It's called the Bahi Hut. It was kind of a disappointment - but if I'd have wandered in off the street with no expectations I would have been charmed by it. They're supposedly famous for their Mai Tais so that's what I got, but - not really my drink. Too fruity.
I'm trying not to be too upset that this whole vacation idea was a miserable failure - I mean, at least I got my requisit sunburn, saw a movie (Hellboy - fun) and had a Mai Tai. Whatever. I'll just try to make the most of the rest of my week - which I guess means lots of weed and jerking off. Amanda called my cell tonight and agreed to pick me up at the airport tomorrow night...so maybe I'll get laid too. Though, her soldier boy is back so I don't really know where we stand. I don't really care I guess and I probably only feel like I miss her because a new focus for her affection has moved back into the picture and I'm no fool. We are both painfully aware that we look best to one another when we feel like we have no one else. She was a lousy girlfriend, but as fuck friends we get along famously with a real affection for one another too. This is so much easier.
I don't know. Fuck. This is worse than my live journal entries.
youre bumming me out
im taking a family vacation to florida in june
although i might back out now
hey
at least its warm in florida
thats gotta be a nice change