Season's Greetings* from sunny and gorgeous Clearwater Beach, Florida.
Peitho and I have been having the most excellent little holiday: there's nothing like waking up with your arms around a beautiful woman and a view of the ocean.
I have spent the last two weeks cycling through different black swimsuits** and lounging on those long beach deck chairs (Do they have a real name? I am a few mojitos deep right now.) and slathering myself in so many layers of sunscreen. (Except for one day last week when I fell asleep with my book*** over my face and forgot to reapply, and thus woke as a little pink lobster.)
It hasn't been all
drinking and sunbathing: after I went out for drinks with some guy, the next day he insisted on teaching me to surf because he had never failed at getting someone up on a board. It's okay, he bought me a drink after to apologize for my almost broken nose and I bought the second round to apologize for breaking his streak.
We're back to New York in a couple days and although I've never considered myself so much of a beach person, I almost don't want to leave.
Oh, wait, but I do
have to leave because I bought a pair of ridiculous shoes that I cannot wear on the sand or I will die.
. Look it them, they are deeply dumb and impractical. They weigh like twenty pounds. I am going to have the strongest calves and thighs. I will crush men between them and they will thank me.
And I will thank these shoes for making me so powerful.
*the season is Halloween. It's almost Halloween!
**I do have one not black bikini but I don't think any of you will let it count as 'not goth', but it's very cute.
*** I've been re-reading Terry Prachett and I blame that for the footnotes.