Okay, five drinks in a three hour period may not have been the best idea. Especially when you are effectively dealing with an empty stomach.
In other words; I’ve arrived!
My room is stunning. There is a very good chance that it is bigger than my condo. And at the very least, it has a better view. I could probably cook a turkey in the kitchen, and then hold an entertaining dinner party in the living room. (If the fridge had been stocked with something besides water and Coke.) This place is huge!
Still, we must remember, any time spent in the room is wasted time. There are much more entertaining things outside of it. So I left and hit the ground running.
I knew there would be some friends here, but the sheer number has astonished me. It seems everyone I knew from my previous Jamaica trips has shown up here. It’s great!
But as soon as I met up with them, I got drafted into an obstacle course. Because, why not? I placed third. I could have done better, but I placed restrictions on myself that prevented me from giving my all.
Then after that, there was a scavenger hunt. My team did well. I think we surged ahead when I came across a hermit crab scuttling across the walkway. And I did my best to sing a love song to a pretty woman. (Can’t go wrong with Elvis.) It all adds up.
We placed second.
Then I drank two screwdrivers in a row. That really hit me. In my defence, the orange juice here is really good and fresh. The vodka, not so much. But, as a consequence, I’ve now become pretty touch-feely. The inner-me has come out! And he’s a hugger.
I like being hugged! I now admit it to the world.

Apparently when I’m drunk I also admit things in a public forum. I wonder if I will regret this later?
But it is dinner time right now. Some food would probably do me good.
2012-10-19 19:05