Blather with Lather

let's see. took my tux to the cleaners today 'cause i got a wedding in chicago this weekend. madhavi went shopping for a dressicle with her step-moms yesterday and ended up with FOUR and shoes and a salvadorian suitor named juan. no. that's just me faking a bad accent.

anyway. word is. i'm gonna see her in dress number one and then fall to the ground in a fit of lustful brain failure. i believe salesgirl implied that wearing said dress would make her left hand heavier by the weight of one ring.

uh-oh.

"won't you be, won't you be, won't you be.... my neighbor?" tell you what salesgirl. hows about i just ask her to move in with me? okay? goods! 'cause that's all happening like right-freakin'-now. end of the month and there's no more your place or mine: it'll be just let's go home and fall to the ground in a fit of lustful brain failure.

as you can surmize, the trip to mexico was h.o.t. as in miaow miaow hott.

we had, and i shit you not, a treehouse room with one wall open to the palms and sea, and we slept in a swinging bed. yes. we like the nightlife. we like to boogie. we like to rock gently to sleep in the hot hot hott tropical night. we also like gi-normous scorpions in our bathroom. and diving in cenotes! (thank you roberto!)

cenote diving. it's like a cross between the dark crystal and the big blue. being underwater in a cave with the light of day glimmering off in the distance... looking down, while underwater, and seeing the surface of the water beneath you because you're in the fresh stuff and below you is the fuzzy fuzzy salt stuff and you stick your hand in and it goes all fizzle like you've breached another dimension and david bowie is rockin' out and the bubbles of air on the surface like mercury and why is that alligator eating that blonde girl?

see? it's all clear! cenotes!

what else? you want more? cozumel, despite warnings to the contrary, was actually really quiet and friendly and man do they make good tacos. they also make good sea life to look at. like splendid toad fish! and banded cleaner shrimp! and turtle! and my god is that a massive fucking great white shark! no. no it is not. it is a fat guy named edward in a wet suit.

i could tell you more about the trip to mexico, but i think i will not. so hah! except this. i am now more in lurve and that didn't really seem possible. my love has an "r" in it, that's how serious we are, kids.

now i am home and working which is almost as much fun as being on the plane with fellow passengers that could easily be rejects off animal planet. suntrips does attract a very high class of clientelle. note to future travelers: sometime after leaving the beach and before going through immigration in the U.S. is an appropriate time to CHANGE OUT OF THE BIKINI.

i will not even try to describe the family behind us in line to board the plane home as i do not want to give you nightmares.

so yeah. that's what i got. and you? how have you been? really? you don't say? that's hella boring. i think you're lying. i think you've been shagging dwarves, monique. that's what the east coast does to you. it makes you shag dwarves.