What a pleasant week in paradise.
We've been down in Antigua since Saturday -- tomorrow's our last day (we leave early Saturday morning). We're celebrating our 25th anniversary (this past Feb) and our son's graduation from HS (this coming May) and are spending his spring break here, the three of us.
It's been lovely.
Mike (our son) has had the hardest time of it. He tore up his feet playing beach volleyball so any kind of shoes hurt -- which really sucks since he loves tennis so much!. And last night he had too many drinks (and mixing them at that) and spent about three hours in our room worshiping the porcelain goddess. Needless to say his mom was not pleased (I wasn't exactly pleased, but less concerned than she was). Mike's been nursing a queasy stomach today, too. Ahh, to be 18 again....
I've been reading up a storm here. Since we got here, I've read:
"Son of a Witch" by Gregory Maguire. It's the sequel to "Wicked" which I read just before coming here. A lot of ofun.
"Unlubricated" by Arthur Nersesian -- a kind of cool story about the New York theatre scene.
"Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen -- a delightful and amazingly researched storey set in the train cirucuses of the Great Depression era.
"Never Let Me Go" by Kazuo Ishiguro. A weird kind of Gothic little tale. A good read, but not my favorite of the trip.
and now I'm reading "Come to Think of It" by Daniel Schorr (senior news analyst with NPR).
On top of that we've done some swimming and some sailing and a lot of sleeping and eating Truly Wonderful Food. It's been a very memorable (if expensive) vacation. As it should be.
And my only complaint is that now I'm sitting here (in the lobby -- only place where I can get an internet connection!) really horny! <sigh> It'll be nice to get home and have rooms of our own...
I'm kinda lonely, too, in an odd way. Partly it's a matter of having forgotten to take my meds since I've been here (whoops!), but it started before we left. Really, I think it's from having so little opportunity to be honest with friends. I miss having folks I can stay up all night with talking -- with no games, no play-acting, no PC conventions... just being real.
For all you kids out there (and that's most of you), don't let that go. Don't be trapped by convention and age and all those other things. Stay honest -- with yourselves, and with others. There's so much I want to say... and I can say it here... but I'd much rather say it in person.
And before you ask, no, it's not something I care to talk about with my wife. Not because I'm hiding anything from her -- it's just not stuff we discuss, and I can't explain it. It's far easier for me to discuss things (any thing, really) here than at home. Not because of anything other than the invisible walls that have grown up over the years we've been together. We've learned what the other enjoys -- and doesn't enjoy. What's comfortable and what's not. And we protect each other. A bad idea -- I don't recommend it -- even though it's probably part of what's kept us together so long. But now we're slaves to it. And we both hate it, but don't seem able to break free.
So instead I dream about so many of you. Not as a torrid affair or anything like that (well, not much, anyway
), but as the friend I talk to all night long. Bad stuff, I know. But still... there it is.
And here I am, baring my soul. Don't ask me why.
Anyone care to... well... whatever? No, perhaps not.
Still, I'd welcome it.
Take care of each other -- and be true.
We've been down in Antigua since Saturday -- tomorrow's our last day (we leave early Saturday morning). We're celebrating our 25th anniversary (this past Feb) and our son's graduation from HS (this coming May) and are spending his spring break here, the three of us.
It's been lovely.
Mike (our son) has had the hardest time of it. He tore up his feet playing beach volleyball so any kind of shoes hurt -- which really sucks since he loves tennis so much!. And last night he had too many drinks (and mixing them at that) and spent about three hours in our room worshiping the porcelain goddess. Needless to say his mom was not pleased (I wasn't exactly pleased, but less concerned than she was). Mike's been nursing a queasy stomach today, too. Ahh, to be 18 again....
I've been reading up a storm here. Since we got here, I've read:
"Son of a Witch" by Gregory Maguire. It's the sequel to "Wicked" which I read just before coming here. A lot of ofun.
"Unlubricated" by Arthur Nersesian -- a kind of cool story about the New York theatre scene.
"Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen -- a delightful and amazingly researched storey set in the train cirucuses of the Great Depression era.
"Never Let Me Go" by Kazuo Ishiguro. A weird kind of Gothic little tale. A good read, but not my favorite of the trip.
and now I'm reading "Come to Think of It" by Daniel Schorr (senior news analyst with NPR).
On top of that we've done some swimming and some sailing and a lot of sleeping and eating Truly Wonderful Food. It's been a very memorable (if expensive) vacation. As it should be.
And my only complaint is that now I'm sitting here (in the lobby -- only place where I can get an internet connection!) really horny! <sigh> It'll be nice to get home and have rooms of our own...
I'm kinda lonely, too, in an odd way. Partly it's a matter of having forgotten to take my meds since I've been here (whoops!), but it started before we left. Really, I think it's from having so little opportunity to be honest with friends. I miss having folks I can stay up all night with talking -- with no games, no play-acting, no PC conventions... just being real.
For all you kids out there (and that's most of you), don't let that go. Don't be trapped by convention and age and all those other things. Stay honest -- with yourselves, and with others. There's so much I want to say... and I can say it here... but I'd much rather say it in person.
And before you ask, no, it's not something I care to talk about with my wife. Not because I'm hiding anything from her -- it's just not stuff we discuss, and I can't explain it. It's far easier for me to discuss things (any thing, really) here than at home. Not because of anything other than the invisible walls that have grown up over the years we've been together. We've learned what the other enjoys -- and doesn't enjoy. What's comfortable and what's not. And we protect each other. A bad idea -- I don't recommend it -- even though it's probably part of what's kept us together so long. But now we're slaves to it. And we both hate it, but don't seem able to break free.
So instead I dream about so many of you. Not as a torrid affair or anything like that (well, not much, anyway
), but as the friend I talk to all night long. Bad stuff, I know. But still... there it is.
And here I am, baring my soul. Don't ask me why.
Anyone care to... well... whatever? No, perhaps not.
Still, I'd welcome it.
Take care of each other -- and be true.
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Will do. I'm kinda worried about the wedding and Bridezilla.
And a chance to get away for a while will be soooo needed.
I let you know the dates I'm going to be there. At least two days.
Maybe three.
i function better writing than speaking. Maybe you're the same.
and i've done that already, so its lost the taste of novelty. Not so much fun, anyways.