This Just In . . . Aloha!
For the first time, in a very long time, Delta came through for me. I got a SkySaver award ticket to Maui. I leave April 20. Much thanks (er - maholo) to Ali for letting me join her trip.
posted by h.justin @ 4:04 PM
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You bastard. This snow today is going to be the death of me, I swear. I'm going to try and suffocate my jealousy and be happy for you.
Easy there Stila. Didn't you just get back from Maui two weeks ago? As b-lo pointed out, you visit Hawaii like it's California. p.s. I'm thrilled to be able to use the "Maui Babe" in April.
you lucky bastard
I know that was a bit harsh. But, seriously, I may have to go back on my meds after today. I'm trying to pretend that the sound of snowplows whooshing down the street is a warm breeze.
I am glad that you get to use the "Maui Babe" before June. I'll just shut my mouth while I think about you in the ubiquitous but lovely ABC stores.
Maybe I'll buy my Lagoon and Cherry Hill season pass today to make myself feel better.
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In honor of your trip and in defiance of the snow, let's gather at my place for a luau. We'll turn the heat all the way up, shut the blinds, put on our swimming suits, and make blended rum drinks. What do you say?
As Steve Azar says:
So I called in to where I work; told a little white lie.
No my back don't really hurt, but that's my alibi,
My temporary ticket to anywhere but there.
Call it an early weekend; call it goin' off the deep end;
Call it what you want, I made up my mind:
I don't have to be me 'til Monday.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
I ain't gonna face reality.
Three days without punching a time clock;
Three nights of goin' non-stop;
No work and all play.
I don't have to be me 'til Monday.
Yeah.
I can do what I wanna do, be who I wanna be.
I got no one to answer to, soon as I turn the key.
A cash machine, gasoline and we're outta here.
Call it an early weekend; call it goin' off the deep end;
Baby, you and me, we can leave it all behind.
I don't have to be me 'til Monday.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
I ain't gonna face reality.
Three days without punching a time clock;
Three nights of goin' non-stop;
No work and all play.
I don't have to be me 'til Monday.
Does that mean we're on for the luau? I'll bring the pig. And my sarong.
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