March 27
I can't believe that none of you have had anything to say about my new glasses. Not that they're new anymore, but still and all. Man. Way to hurt a girl's feelings...
My mother and I are going to Cancun at the end of April. She'd been threatening to take me to a spa here in Connecticut for a few months now, and recently we've been emailing back and forth about the when and the where and stuff like that. So last week, I get some mail from her that says "did you get the information i had sent to you? if not, go here"
I looked around the site. Now, I am no genius, but I was able to glean pretty immediately that this was not a spa in the Nutmeg State of White and Right. No, no. I wrote back to my mother:
"you are aware that this is in Mexico, right?"
She replied "yeah, so?"
Okay, then. I readjusted for a trip to Mexico rather than an hour away. We email like mad. We talk days. We talk times. We talk prices. We talk horseback riding and massage and nature hikes. I proclaim my desire to buy silly native trinkets and bottles of tequila. She talks Mayan ruins and wanting to walk around. I profess a slight fear of local Guadalajarian food and my unwillingness to ride a donkey of any sort. We banter back and forth, back and forth back and forth until Sunday morning, when I call her and she says: "Cancun. April 30th." and I say "Aw JEAH!"
So, it's Cancun! Now I'm thinking sunny beaches, swim up bar (note: whereas I do not drink, kids, and would never endorse drinking and swimming [remember: I was a lifeguard], the lure of a swim up bar is too, too mighty for me to deny. Sweet!). I would have preferred to go a little closer to now (It's 28 degrees outside. Do I need to say more? Now would be just fine with me.) but that's cool too, because when I get back, in May, it will be MAY. Which is worlds better than April. Thank you.
Heh:
Okay, there. Selling underwear through erection scare tactics? Happy to see me? Keys in pocket? It's not really a bone, you know.
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