The Express line at K-Mart takes me 45 minutes on a Monday but this first month down in St. Thomas has absolutely flown by. Island time proving there is no time. woah. "Time flies when you're having rum" -- as Chris likes to say, managing to make the quote even cheesier than its original form. But Pat would know all about that rum fun.
That's right--I moved down here to this far-away island with ze loverboy and Patrick--we've dibbed him Reckless P because of his fondness for drunken cartwheeling down hills and jumping off roofs into trees in a borrowed cow costume.
For the first month we stayed with ex-New York Italiano Andrew "smokes weed everyday" Giordano.
Living with three dudes has proved to be the biggest culture shock yet. Like trying to get ready for my first day at work and they're throwing fireworks at me. Or seeing body parts reserved only for changing diapers on infants. Or smoke bombs and stink bombs tossed around before bed.
We've been keeping ourselves entertained though--seeing as we're all pretty broke as of right now and sticking to $6 bottles of rum to be drank at home rather than $6 drinks at the bar. We found a pair of assless leather chaps in the back of Chris's work van (what?) that provided a few laughs and a great frame for Patrick's infamous tushy. Monday I got a bottle of rum and a hoola-hoop at the ole K-Mart so it's been a pretty good week.
The people down here are all on the level. Absolute kooks. It's beautiful.
Like Scuba Steve who we met our first night out at Island Time Bar. The next day we went to the beach with him--watched him surf, and sipped from his banana-chocolate-hemp-seed smoothie.
And I'm in love. With the smoothie. With Steve. With the island. More so with Chris for bringing me down here. The constant air of possibilities and that big ole beautiful body of salt water I get to play in everyday.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
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