I am in the airport now, awaiting on a flight to the Island Behind God's Back. I have packed my goodies really well, and with careful selections, I have managed to not go over my 40lb allotment.
Today is the anniversary of my arrival. Well at least I finally had some fun. Pity it took a whole year and some Canadians. We had a day trip to a rather snazzy and exclusive property that costs USD $2,000 per night in the LOW season and ranges up $4000-6000 ordinarily, with the honeymoon villa costing a measly USD10,000 nightly. I gues the latter does come with sex, but you have to bring your own ingredients.
I am re-learning how to take care of myself even when I do not have any inspiration to do so. What I am now is preparing me for my life in a few months. I cannot compromise my future by ignoring my needs today. So, I really have to do what is best for me. Sometimes, only you know what that is.
I just ordered Chicken Sous in the airport lounge for breakfast. There is a lot of dinner foods for breakfast... as is typical in the Caribbean. Sous is really soup. I am hungry, having stayed up to watch The Curious Life of Benjamin Button until 2am. I wanted something other than the fat and cholesterol rich offerings.
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
One night vacation
I left work yesterday evening at 4:15pm. Work day ends at 4:00 on Fridays. I would have stayed later, because I was so involved with my quest for nose piercing research, but my boss who was the last to leave the office was on his way out, and I would not be left alone. So I came home.
On my way home, I wondered what on earth would I do with myself for the rest of the afternoon. It was a looong way before bedtime and a whole lot of useless hours in between. Never mind that there is always housework. That was not the time.
I took off my street clothes and turned on my Mac and starting browsing, catching up on some of my favourite blogs and reading the news from Dubai. Then the banker called.
"What are ya doing this evening?"
"I'm taking my car and driving to Negril, Jamaica."
"Take me with you."
"Sure. I've got plenty space."
I ended up going by her place, which sits smack dab at the end of the coastline. When I stepped up onto her front pavement which faces the sea, I was greated with the most beautiful picture of the sun sitting pretty right on the edge of the horizon. It was breathtaking.
Pausing to see the sunset is always such a cathartic experience. It makes you reflect on all the good things about life and the sheer passion of God's handiwork, painting fluid coloured pictures across the sky. I knew it was going to be a good evening.
We were assigned one bottle each- she a good merlot and me a chardonnay. I prefer whites these days, though I do like a good pinot noir, cabernet sauvignon, merlot on occasion and shiraz. And we chatted. We passed over the salmon and all the other culinary delights left over to the island with a real supermaket and settled on hot dog. The grill was fired up. And we grilled those dogs while a lighted cruise ship floated away from the island.
We chatted until past midnight. I stayed the night. I still do not feel comfortable driving alone at night and being from stricter DUI climes, preferred not to go behind the wheel after a few drinks. I was prepared for that possibility and so I prepared for bed and drifted off to peaceful slumber.
I woke up to a most beautiful morning. We sat on the porch before the sun came up enjoying a cool, strong sea breeze. We watched the tide passionately ebb and flow. We had brewed coffee and orange juice and chatted some more.
It was a good sisterly purge, which has left me feeling like I had a one night vacation.
On my way home, I wondered what on earth would I do with myself for the rest of the afternoon. It was a looong way before bedtime and a whole lot of useless hours in between. Never mind that there is always housework. That was not the time.
I took off my street clothes and turned on my Mac and starting browsing, catching up on some of my favourite blogs and reading the news from Dubai. Then the banker called.
"What are ya doing this evening?"
"I'm taking my car and driving to Negril, Jamaica."
"Take me with you."
"Sure. I've got plenty space."
I ended up going by her place, which sits smack dab at the end of the coastline. When I stepped up onto her front pavement which faces the sea, I was greated with the most beautiful picture of the sun sitting pretty right on the edge of the horizon. It was breathtaking.
Pausing to see the sunset is always such a cathartic experience. It makes you reflect on all the good things about life and the sheer passion of God's handiwork, painting fluid coloured pictures across the sky. I knew it was going to be a good evening.
We were assigned one bottle each- she a good merlot and me a chardonnay. I prefer whites these days, though I do like a good pinot noir, cabernet sauvignon, merlot on occasion and shiraz. And we chatted. We passed over the salmon and all the other culinary delights left over to the island with a real supermaket and settled on hot dog. The grill was fired up. And we grilled those dogs while a lighted cruise ship floated away from the island.
We chatted until past midnight. I stayed the night. I still do not feel comfortable driving alone at night and being from stricter DUI climes, preferred not to go behind the wheel after a few drinks. I was prepared for that possibility and so I prepared for bed and drifted off to peaceful slumber.
I woke up to a most beautiful morning. We sat on the porch before the sun came up enjoying a cool, strong sea breeze. We watched the tide passionately ebb and flow. We had brewed coffee and orange juice and chatted some more.
It was a good sisterly purge, which has left me feeling like I had a one night vacation.
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