Beaches

I definitely felt like a busy girl at work today. It was relieving to have plenty to take my mind off other various elements of being alive, but I also recognized a few moments of mania, along the lines of standing in Times Square, have at me. I did receive a visit from a co-worker of whom I'm particularly fond, in the best kind of brother fashion like in the old days when I used to have all of my D boys to look up to...or down to, in this case? as MP is substantially younger than me. But he's not to be looked down to. He's normal, nice, funny and drops by to deliver drawings on occasion. I appreciate his visits seeing as my office is a quiet and lonesome place most per cent of the time. So thanks for the laughs today, MP.*I have one more day left in the office and then I'm headed to Destin. Sandestin? Sandestin. Whatever it might be named, it's located in the panhandle of Florida and evidently there are white beaches there. I've seen white beaches before...but only once, as the lucky recipient of ticket number 2 to Barbados when my buddy BG's then-LD girlfriend (that would be long distance abbreviated, those are not her initials as in other cases here...) broke it off two weeks before the free trip to the island. I went along not knowing BG that well at the time, but it turned out to be one belly laugh after another. We veiled ourselves as a bro-sis duo so that we could "get [BG] laid." We have the ability to pull off the resemblance thing, both lanky and light-brown haired. I suppose. Anyway, after realizing BG had the incorrect birth certificate to get him into the country, a day trip to South Bend, IN from Cleveland, an Indians' baseball game and a bunch of drinks later, we arrived in Barbados for what turned into quite the comedic tour. I wasn't much confident in our conversation flow en route from Philly to the Caribbean, until the pilot announced, "To your right you'll see the outline of Puerto Rico," only, the plane was tipped far enough left that no one could glimpse Puerto Rico. That cracked us up and we were instant friends from there. I also vaguely recall a flight to outer space being advertised on the drop down mini monitors on the plane. BG wondered if he could collect frequent flier miles on that trip, and in addition, "Can I just throw the ticket on a credit card?" We had a fun time. Beaches were gorgeous, sand white, water aquamarine and rum a constant. When tired of "rum and whatever," we would order Banks beer, the only beer we really found to be available. And BG managed to woo a couple of British ladies who were also at the resort on a free getaway. These women were otherwise engaged in various relationships and did not permit BG to really sink his proverbial teeth in. However, did the bro-sis trick work? In fact it did. BG swept an unassuming young American woman with Caribbean-fashioned braided hair off her feet our last night on the island. I managed to hang with a couple of Portland, OR artsy type guys whose admiration I had definitely earned, however innocently, given I was fairly attached at the time. To Craig. Even then.*Here's to one more day at the office before I add to my collection of sandy white beaches.