One Tan Man

I just got back from vacation in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I was intruding on the vacation of Chris and John from Boston, as they own a condo there.

Chris and John really know how to relax. Each day's agenda:
Wake up at 10:30ish, enjoy coffee and a recap of the previous night.
Start drinking beer at noonish, bust out the bong.
Poolside cocktails or a trip to the beach? A tough decision.
Dinner out on the town. Fondue me, baby!
Gay bar, followed by gay club, often followed by a nightcap at the gay stripper bar on the way home.
3AM time for bed!

The whole time we were just hanging out and quoting from Bubbles and Desiree and Brenda Dickson, and from a Long Island couple sitting behind us at dinner one night. Not getting to the east coast much these days, I forget how ridiculous New Yorkers can sound in bulk.

Vacationing is a good time to reflect upon one's day-to-day existence with some perspective. I decided that perhaps I'm living in a bit too much squalor, and made a sturdy resolution to get a new showerhead.

Hey, I didn't go to philosophy camp. I was just there to party.