There’s nothing half as nice as the idea of a sunburn in December.
In twelve hours, I will be boarding a plane with eight of my friends and heading off for five days in the Bahamas. Five days of sun, sand, and self-serve frozen margaritas. Self serve! Five days of living with words like ‘all inclusive,’ and ’82 degrees and mostly sunny.’
Five days without internet, cell phone or the New York Post.
Normally, I’d have spent the last two, or maybe even three days shirking work, too occupied with beachy keen daydreams to be very productive. But because the universe is a wacky, wacky place, I’ve actually been too productive to daydream.
I know. It’s unnatural.
But the new job has been busy – the good kind of busy, but also fairly exhausting. It hasn’t let me with much energy for anything other than crawling into my bed at night. So tonight, I came home from work, grabbed a suitcase out of the closet and got to work. Without the foresight of a packing list, I spent a good hour, running around, semi-frantically filling my suitcase with clothing of questionable cleanliness.
It’s been a rough week. Laundry was way down on the list.
But a couple of minutes ago, I just gave up. I gave up agonizing over what to take. I figured, if I have a bathing suit and a passport, what more could I need? I also gave up worrying about whether or not the apartment was tidy. The only person who will see the sad state of my house is Ari when she comes to Sir Hal sit. And I’m pretty sure she will love me even if there’s a ring around the bathtub.
So, with frenzy behind me, and a bag sorta packed and ready to go, I ordered a pizza and thought about painting my toenails. Let the vacation begin!
Now, if only my apartment had self serve frozen drinks.
I want to thank you all for your kindness during the last week. For the concerned emails and generous offers of couches, apartments and mini-breaks in New Jersey – a thousand times thank you.
Sounds like you deserve, and need, the break. I hope your vacation is full of fun, quiet and all the peace you need. Traveling mercies to you. . .
Bring back some of that sunshine. We’re going to need it in a week or so. Piña coladas on the beach are my favorite
Have fun.
Have a blast Fish. You deserve this.
I can come over with a tray of spiked 7-11 slurpees. That’s kind of like tropical drinks, right?
I bet it’ll be good to get away from this…
December 2, 2005 — Police have video proof that an estranged lover of slain stripper Catherine Woods was standing just outside her Upper East Side building around the time the 21-year-old brunette was brutally murdered, The Post has learned.
The surveillance video — obtained from a camera posted on a building down the block — shows Paul Cortez, 25, on Sunday night outside where Woods was found nearly decapitated inside her bedroom, sources said.
That video and evidence that Cortez made cellphone calls to the Ohio native from right outside her apartment make him the No. 1 suspect in her slaying.
“We believe that he was making the cellphone calls from just about right outside on the street,” said a source, adding that Cortez came across as a “con artist” in interviews with police.
dear fish: it’s a good thing you don’t see me, but i’ve packed meself right in there in the corner of your luggage in the little puckered baggy area and i’m all snuggled in there, ready for the nine dollar flight. i shall hunker down in the sand with my own coronas and limes til you pick me up and bringest me back to reality next week. ::hugs:: love, me.
p.s. G is righteous and a real neat-o friend. you’re lucky. love, me.
You do deserve this. I’m sure you are having a blast right now.
Yes. Have a wonderful time out there in the sand and sun and fun and self-serve margaritas…
Just make sure to bring your tiny umbrellas.
why is EVERYONE on vacation except me? ITS NOT FAIR! I suppose I will get my just rewards when I graduate and actually have money coming in to spend on trips. Someday… in about eight months. I’ll dream of that while you bake in the warm sun!
Have fun on your vacation! You deserve it
Response to comments: in other words, be careful who you date.
Ah…sun and surf. How I miss thee. : )
sounds like a blast. have a great time.
Have a great time! The Fish needs the ocean!
Maybe people should think twice before posting articles with fish’s address in it. I know it’s is in the paper but some people now don’t have to do any leg work if they want to find out where she lives.
I’m sure Fish knew her address would be in the newspaper (and on this site) when she started posting about the murder in her building.
In local news, tomorrow, sub-zero windchill. I so hate you right now. But i still love ya, too. have a margarita for me.
Oooooh! So jealous! I’m in much need of a warm & boozy (heavy on both warm and boozy) vacation — hope you enjoy yours!
I miss you.
Have a wonderful time!
have a great time on your well-deserved vacation!!
So weird… I read the post, then saw the next day’s NY Post with the gritty details, along with Fish’s address… I’m sure the girl knows what she’s doing, no? Otherwise she would have removed the post. Maybe it’s a doorman building, anyhow.
Glad you and your friends could take advantage of the deal of the century. have fun!
Enjoy! The weather is beautiful down this way – turn off New York and get into a Goombay state of mind…
When you get back, I have a snowball with your name on it. You’re just lucky I can’t throw to NY
Hope you get the break that you need!
come home, smishie!!! we miss your posts!!!
Wow, you lucky Fish you! Have fun and tell us all about it when you get back!
has anyone else imagined Fish under the margarita machine like Homer under the squishy machine at the quickee mart? (Only cuter, of course)
i knew the girl and i just want the f*cker caught and fried