Here We Are
I consider it no mean feat that I turned three shades darker, despite my shoulders crying first-degree sunburn. What's the point in living in a tropical country with more superb beaches than you can count toes and fingers, and not getting a year-round tan? Absolutely no excuse, in my opinion.
I took a nap on the beach after chugging down some cold beer at lunch, with Coltrane and Gonzales murmuring in my ears and the sea lapping at my feet. Don't be one of those crazies who would pour perfectly good beer on their IQ-less bodies hoping to get a "golden sheen". Besides being accused of smelling like a drunk without the benefit of actually being one, each drop of alcohol wasted results in thirty unicorns dying somewhere in the universe. Tell me, could you really bear that on your conscience?