Unless you're one of the jokers who arrived at this blog by searching on "super peanut" or "zombies, ninjas, and Keanu Reeves," you've probably noticed the frequency of posts have gone down recently. Aside from the usual suspects (lack of motivation, lack of creativity, lack of opposable thumbs) I've also been crazy busy. I've been home for something like 12 hours in the last week, and if it weren't for all the Canadian stimulants I've ordered I'd probably be an inanimate carbon rod by now.
First off, Key West. We were there for Mother's Day weekend, and if you haven't been I highly recommend it. There's not a lot of places you can go that are warm, pretty, and don't have a restless indigenous population compromising their cultural heritage for your tourist dollars.
It was a pretty mellow weekend, which was sorely needed. We had a great hotel, and we got around town on a couple rented bikes. One day was spent on a charter which took us snorkeling and kayaking at some uninhabited islands nearby. We had awesome meals, hit the tacky tourist shops, and occasionally forgot we were parents. Mission accomplished.
It wasn't a perfect vacation, mind you. Duval Street is a poor man's Bourbon Street, and for every one of these there was two of these, three of these, and eight of these. Haze from the Florida wildfires muted the legendary sunsets. And the cocks...er, I mean roosters were everywhere! You'd see big
cocks roosters on every corner, cocks roosters going in and out of dark spaces, and a cock rooster would wake up Oodgie every morning. But there were minor quibbles in the grand scheme of things...the vacation still rocked.
Unfortunately I had just enough time to unpack from the trip before I was back on a plane heading to San Francisco. Normally I love going to SF--especially on the company's dime--but the timing was terrible. None of my friends are in town, I am sans car, and every time I go outside I want to crawl into a Tauntan for warmth. In a few hours I'll be yet again sitting in my favorite seat, eating a shrink-wrapped cheeseburger and watching another hilarious Cedric the Entertainer star-vehicle. Thank god the work is easy, or I'd have rubbed all the shine off that vacation already.
This was an extraordinary couple weeks, but I doesn't look like the schedule is going to get that much easier. I'm actually getting engaged with my job, which is about as foreign to me as an Iraqi Scientologist. Memorial Day is just around the corner, and I still need to get to Bravil, find S'Krivva and sell my pilfered merchandise. Seriously...who has the time to blog?
Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know we're not dead, despite what the guy carrying me to the corpse-wagon might tell you.