vacation
I just realized that I'll be on vacation when Panic At The Disco's next album, Pretty. Odd., drops. I was all set to be mad about this too, until I got my priorities straight. On the exact day that the album drops, I will be on the exquisite tropical island of Cozumel, off the coast of Mexico, sunbathing and swimming. With dolphins. The kind of hardcore, trick-performing, nose-kissing, towed-around-by-the-fin-of-a-dolphin swimming that you only ever see on the better class of television travel programs. The next three days will be similarly luxurious, although lacking in large aquatic mammals.
There will be no Panic At The Disco, but somehow I think the dolphins will console me, along with the cushiony white-sand beaches and plentiful Piña Coladas, courtesy of Mexico's eighteen-and-up drinking age. I can almost smell the sunscreen, guys; Ryan Ross can wait. This is going to be epic.
P.S. Say hello to my new icon! It says "vacation," "beaches," and possibly "interesting ruins to be explored." We will have to find out!
There will be no Panic At The Disco, but somehow I think the dolphins will console me, along with the cushiony white-sand beaches and plentiful Piña Coladas, courtesy of Mexico's eighteen-and-up drinking age. I can almost smell the sunscreen, guys; Ryan Ross can wait. This is going to be epic.
P.S. Say hello to my new icon! It says "vacation," "beaches," and possibly "interesting ruins to be explored." We will have to find out!