This is my second attempt at this post.
My first one was long winded and filled with deep thoughts on traveling and exploring and (wait for it… ) finding yourself. I swear. It had so many mentions of the word “journey” it could have been a script for a reality television show. There may have even been some Mark Twain action going on (see? I told you. Long-winded. I have it on good authority that it’s impossible to write a post that involves Twain and have it NOT be long winded), but I had to delete it.
Because you know, I’m leaving on my trip (to Mexico after all! Hooray for families who support vacations and let their daughters blow off significant birthday celebrations!) and I may die by some random shark attack or alcohol poisoning due to the two-one margarita deal I always succumb to (why must I see that as a deal that I have to get in on? My liver always hates me the next day. I’m pretty sure it’s thisclose to putting itself up for adoption). And the idea that my last blog post would be some boring post that didn’t make me giggle writing it just wouldn’t do. In fact, dying and having my last post be anything but random would be poor form. It’s not that I think I’m going to explode to death after entering myself in an all you can eat pico de gallo contest, I just want to be prepared in case it happens.
Speaking of consuming in excess, I almost sent this card to my travel buddy today:
Sure it was created for St. Patrick’s day, but I pretty sure it will fit perfectly into this trip where it is the duty of men in white starched uniforms to keep my inebriated hydrated on the beach where my biggest annoyance will be sand on my chair.
Do you hate me after that last sentence? I don’t blame you if you do.
Have an excellent week without me. Brookem shall keep you entertained when I’m away and I promise to come back with many stories and pictures. And possibly the seed of a love child from my new Mexican boyfriend.
Hmm. Now I’m just copying and pasting random things into my post. In this instant I’ve realized I’ve managed to become long winded without Twain.
Back to packing.