Well, for just about two weeks, I have been frolicking in the sun (lots of sun), eating calorie bombs and keeping my liver in high gear processing adult beverages. I will be returning to the GAHden state in a day or so, so here is a quick wrap-up:
There were two gorilla-stompinâ€™ storms, which, although thankfully brief, served to remind me that being here during a hurricane would be a real stinkeroo. Otherwise, the weather was terrific.
I did not see any alligators, but that isnâ€™t surprising, given that I avoid all fresh water that isnâ€™t chlorinated and surrounded by a sturdy fence. I did, however, see about a gazillion little shits called â€œskinksâ€ (pictured above). Canâ€™t fool me: those little bastards are nothing but micro-gators. Hate â€˜em.
Oh, and one night a farookinâ€™ BOBCAT walzed through the property. I only saw it for a couple seconds, but I could see that it was as big as a damned dog, but it wasnâ€™t a dog; it was a farookinâ€™ cat! I immediately went to the computer to pull up a picture and then confirmed that bobcats are all over Florida. Yeef! This place is a regular Wild Kingdom, and I sure as shit ainâ€™t Marlin Perkins.
I did manage to avoid much of the news, which is good for my blood pressure, and at the hour when the world was supposed to come to an end, I was in the pool with the Usual Suspects doing cocktails. We all figured that if the world was going to end, we were in a good place, and weâ€™d all go down together.
As we now know, the world didnâ€™t end, but the vacation is coming to an end. Yeah, I know. Yo, Jimbo, youâ€™re retired. Vacation? Vacation from what?
See youse guys soon.