Category: Words

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
I see you walking real slow and you’re smilin’ at everyone
–Don Henley/Boys Of Summer

Let love shine
And we will find
A way to come together
We need a holiday
–Madonna/Holiday

In France, they go on Summer vacation for the whole month of August.
In Oregon, we go and get our sun in the middle of the Winter when we really need it.

We are going South for a fix of excellent company, suntan lotion, flip flops, sunglasses, guacamole and umbrella drinks.

Brown skin shining in the sun, coming up!

Insert something vacationesque here, I’m fixin’ to be too relaxed to write.
Hasta la vista, amigos.

Several of us had a very illuminating conversation about personal grooming the other day. There was comparing and contrasting of personal styles and preferences. Verbal comparing. We aren’t that freaky!

It ended with me worrying that I was not going to fit in with everyone else’s grooming choices and would probably end up in Mexican pubic hair jail after going through customs without a perfectly groomed landing strip. It’s probably what they really are checking for when the TSA makes you walk through the naked scanners. It certainly doesn’t do anything to protect us from terrorists.

Rick thought I should probably make sure I mention pubic hair in the blog, so here I am.

I do want to state for the record that I am 100% sober as I write this. It seems important to mention sobriety.

Why mention pubic hair at all?
Uh.
Rick asked me to. No, there was no blackmail involved.

No, I don’t do everything he asks me to.

You don’t think he’ll turn me in to the pubic hair police, do you?

This is how it goes:
One more failure to connect
With so many how could I object?
And you, what on earth did you expect?
Well, I can’t tell you, baby
When this is how it goes
–Aimee Mann/This Is How It Goes

Failure to connect is a recurring theme with me. I have just never been a people person. It’s a little better now, but I have to really try hard. My mother can sit and chat with someone for five minutes, find out everything about them, and walk away with them adoring her. Rightfully so, she’s fantastic. She also has a talent for connecting with people.

Me? I am miserable at chatting. I feel like I’m being intrusive if I ask personal questions and I’m just awkward in general around people I don’t know. Once I get to know someone, it’s better, but I am never going to be that universally beloved person that everyone wants to be around.

Thank goodness. That would totally ruin my solitude gig.

So how is it that I am going on vacation with a flock of other people for a whole week, some of whom I barely know? Well. I will be vacationing a little outside my comfort level, for sure. I may end up locked in the bathroom sobbing at some point, but if that happens, Chelle will keep every one away until my ugly crying face resolves and I get my black eyeliner back on straight.

I should warn her about that. It’s important to have a plan.

Maybe we should have an emergency drill.