I'm now relaxing in a snappy little three-room condo (in my own room, no less!) with my mom, grandma, uncle & aunt (plus two who are staying elsewhere, presumably in order to avoid inevitable family conflicts) & at least one now-dead palmetto bug. So far I've:
- Rekindled my love of crab cakes & reaffirmed my status as a bad Jew
- Consumed the tastiest caramel appletini of all time
- Applied the gluiest sunscreen ever, resulting in sand all over my body that refuses to be entirely washed off
- Not tanned at all (see above, with the added detail that said gluey sunscreen was SPF 50)
- Potentially overcome my longstanding fear of sea creatures & opaque waters
- Made tentative amends with the beach, which I have long claimed to despise
- Finished off Steve Martin's "Shopgirl" & David Sedaris' "Holidays on Ice"
- Discovered a wall smudge that contains a telltale bug leg that I'm too grossed out to deal with
- Shunned my hairdryer in favor of recently discovered, air-dried, sorta-kinda waves
- Also shunned all makeup - liberating!
- Twirled around in our muddy backyard in my bathing suit in a splendid summer downpour
- Prepared my first batch of guacamole (with help via text from friends), which was delicious, thankyouverymuch
In other news, my, umm,
cheap fiscally responsible uncle has collected stray golf balls from the driving range behind our place and my grandma gave me eyedrops that made me feel like my eyeballs were floating out of my head.
I'll be back this weekend with a blogging vengeance. 'Til then, you can follow me on Twitter or simply await my triumphant return, which is sure to be accompanied by new grandmaisms & woeful tales of my inevitable sunburn.