Jun 26, 2010 22:57
St. Bart's was beautiful. I had such a fantastic time, though I felt a bit bad being lazy and lounging around by the pool and the beach all day. My boss and his partners and their wives were all such lovely company, too.
Well, it was lovely except for the part where I started talking about being a slave and fearing, knowing really, that my father ate himself. That... was not so lovely. Thank the gods for alcohol and modern-day humor and sarcasm.
I'm terribly... jetlagged, I think is the word for it. The jet we took was nice, but I could not sleep in such a strange contraption. Pirithous, your souvenir is on the kitchen counter, I'm going to bed.
[ooc: It's a nice bottle of Caribbean rum, roomie~]
!event,
!ic