And I’m horribly jetlagged. It’s midnight as I write this. I have to get up and go to work in six hours after a perfectly brutal travel day where I stuffed my body full of sugar and caffeine from hideously overpriced airport lunch counters. Meanwhile, my body thinks it’s 8:00pm and has no idea the punishment it will receive at work tomorrow.
It was a fabulous vacation, gang. We went to the Hawaiian island of Kauai and snorkeled ourselves silly, and I have the impressively scarlet sunburn on my back to prove it. We saw the amazing Na Pali coastline, sailed on a catamaran and saw dolphins, and attended a traditional Hawaiian luau. (I’m assuming it was traditional. All ancient islanders drank Mai Tais as part of their ceremonies, right?)
Any reports that I dressed up as a large Samoan woman during my vacation are, of course, false.
(Well, okay, it may have been me, but I was really drunk and don’t remember much.)