I’m in a FABULOUS mood today. In less than 24 hours I’m going to be whisked off on a small plane to St. Maarten for the weekend. The plane ticket was moderately cheap ($147/return) and I was so charming on the telephone with a hotel owner that she not only gave me an “islander discount” but she upgraded my room to a Deluxe, which includes kitchen amenities and is much nicer (which is about a $100 value!). The room totals only $65. Crazy.
I’m going to eat, drink, shop and party without feeling an ounce of guilt. I need this time to relax and unwind, as I’ve been so stressed out for the past… um, ever. This is one of the first actual “vacations” I’ve ever taken, and certainly the first vacation I’ve ever taken that required a plane ride. (Other “vacations” have included a weekend in Amsterdam while I was working in Luxembourg, where I got so stoned I passed out in the bar’s bathroom and wandered around lost in the city for the majority of the night with thousands of American tourists who were visiting on spring break; and last summer’s camping trip in Michigan with Clive’s family.)
Clive and I talked last night on the phone for nearly an hour and a half (which may not seem like a lot, but it’s the most I’ve spoken to him since he left, shame shame on him), and it was exactly what I needed. I realized that flying in the night before BMEfest may not have been the best decision because I can’t promise that I’ll be able to keep my hands off of him in front of everyone.
Everything is good.
