re: vacation

for some reason i met more new yorkers in puerto rico than puerto ricans.
under a striped umbrella, lounged out on a deck chair i was ecstatic to have to concentrate on thoughts no more complex than basic colors (how deeppureazureblue the sky looked against the rich green palm tree fronds) and numbers (how amazing all ten of my manicured toes looked in redorange, or trying to remember how many drinks i'd had so far). but my idllyic, hazy daiquiri flavored morning was to be short lived. instantaneously and irrevocably shattered by the boom of a voice that struck...what? not fear. but whatever feeling is encompassed in an inward sigh and semi lucid eye-roll.
"eh youze guise! less go to dah odda pool ovah heah!"
egads.
i'm sure you never thought you'd ever see a tattoo across an obnoxiously (and ok, lovely) rippled stomach that said 'it is what it is' but alas, you lied to yourself.
egads indeed.