Just finished unpacking, getting all homey-like, and lo and behold - the house is equipped with high-speed internet (free, to boot!). We're rolling ghetto fab-u-lous. So you guys' aren't going to get the reprieve that you hoped for.
Got to the airport at 9 am, but had to wait around due to there being an air show going on there (cue: "Rock You Like a Hurricane"). After the F-16 jets did their belly rolls, we finally lifted off at 10:15 and arrived on Hilton Head Island at a little before noon. Private jets are the only way I'll travel from now on. This may provide a problem for my eventual DC workday commute.
When we got here, the houses were still being cleaned. So we had lunch at the Salty Dog. And then they were still being cleaned. I then went to the pool and read 100 pages of my Kevin Smith book. The Read-A-Thon has started, folks. A girl asked, "can I smoke here, sir?" One: I'm not a lifeguard (the "NO LIFEGUARD ON DUTY" sign behind me should've clued her in). Two: I am definitely not a "sir." Gray hairs, notwithstanding.
After medicating a splitting headache (brought on no doubt by a combination of exposure to the sun, ingesting more sugar this morning than in the past three months, and a change in pressure), I'm feeling pretty good now.
Just so you know, I am a walking dichotomy. I love the beach. Not really going in the water so much as just enjoying the overall vibe and environment. Yet, being the "relaxed fit" guy that I am, there is a perpetual layer of glaze over me whenever I step out into temperatures higher than 45F (2 Kelvin). Add to the fact that I seldom wear just a t-shirt as my sole upper level attire and you can imagine how this muggy, Vietnam-like atmosphere is for me. It's hot. Africa hot.* But I love the beach.
*Mad props to KPMD for reviving this quote and, thus, making it the official tagline for Micah World.
11 comments:
I'm going to pull a Phil here and note that Wedding Crashers RAWKED!
What? More blog? So soon? Oh thank you, Jeebus!
micah, there is little that irritates me more than older ladies not wanting, nay, detesting being called madam. sorry, get used to it. you're aging. love it, embrace it.
not that you're an old lady.
i hardly think there's anything lady-like about you.
spydrz - I am totally psyched to see that movie, as I'm in love with one of the chicks in it (she's in the current issue of Playboy).
heartbreak - Jebus smiles down upon you.
jasdye - Yeah, I know. I'm just not used to it. And in my mind I'm still 23. As for not being ladylike, tell that to my so-called friends who gave me crap last week for saying "I wanted to love it, but didn't."
Heh, heh, you said talking points -- you really are a doctor!
I actually prefer the bit about Danang. For some reason, anything that references the 'Nam is still cool. We've been rocking Africa hot and its variants for years now; "Damn, it's Kigali/Burundi/Swaziland/Angola/Rhodesia/Uganda/Dar Es Salaam/Brazzaville/etc hot in this b*tch."
However, I predict Iraq War slang will eventually take hold. I suspect that my sons, The Sorrow & The End, will likely use phrases along the lines of, "it's Mosul hot in herre!"
KPMD - Talking points? Who are you - Bill O'Reilly? Now I want to see the movie even more.
heartbreak - First off, you have picked the coolest names for your children. Good luck finding a woman who'll agree with you on that. A friend of a friend wanted to name his baby "Malachai" (after the kid in Children of the Corn), but his expecting wife would not go for it. And I'm glad that I was cool enough to throw in a Nam reference in this post before I knew they were cool to the outside world.
I believe Malachai is in the bible. He should have played that angle. I have a cousin by marriage with that name. Malachai, that is...not angle.
Micah, Micah, Micah...marriage is all about compromise. I am quite certain that my imported wife will have no problem with the names that I have selected for our sons. She can be in charge of selecting the middle names. Should our progeny be of the female variety, then she can select first names and I'll do middle names.
and yes, they've already been selected; The Suffering and The Pain.
Malachai is indeed in the Bible, Micah. Which I believe is also in the Bible.
Well, duh. But he was definitely proudly playing up the Corn angle.
of course, as is Caleb (my baby brother's name). in none, CotC-related but horror/scary movie related stuff, so are Jason and Michael - my names. but, as far as i know, it's spelled Malachi. i guess it depends on the version of the bible you use.
(and yes, my mother's name is Rose Mary)
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