I think, maybe, it is finally time to put brat summer away. Time to grow up a little but not too much. It’s rascal fall.
Save me mini-bar pringles you’re my only hope
Sara won bingo at the swim-up bar at the resort and so the bartender gave us tequila shots (which would be free and available anyway but idk it’s different I guess??) and now I’m kinda drunk at 4:55pm
A Spanish-language Island Cover™️ of Keane’s “Somewhere Only We Know” is being performed somewhere in this resort, and maybe it’s just that I’ve been inundated with the constant Elemental Chill mix, but…it’s not bad??
God, I love being a 1950’s guy. The only time I’ve ever eaten a green vegetable was on VE day. Longest I’ve gone without a cigarette is nine minutes. I love my wife, eight kids, and knowing that I could walk out on them in a second to start a new life in California doing something called “plastics”
Vacation wisdom for today: you can drink more if you stay in the water
Currently stuck on a continuous mashup of Miley Cyrus’s “Flowers” and Guster’s “Fa Fa” , and it is eating my whole brain
He keeps changing his number
I have long since lost count of how many times I’ve had to tell James Carville to STOP