A delicate hint of shat
I am a person I didn’t think could exist 15 years ago. My cellphone is the only phone I have. I remember when cellphones were on the verge of omnipresence, I saw a fluff newspiece about crazy people who no longer had a “regular” phone. I thought the people they interviewed were the only ones who could possibly make this alternative lifestyle choice. But after AT&T pissed me off, I decided it was the last time. I never used it anyway.
In other news: Last week I bought one box of Thin Mints. When February rolls around I try not to get too excited at the thought of seeing Girl Scouts selling their wares. But this year, even though I was hoping to see them at Trader Joe’s, I didn’t. Not a Girl Scout to be found. Just when I thought I had somehow missed the season altogether, there they were. Or uh, there he was. A skinny, older man, a card table and boxes of dreams. I was somewhat apprehensive at buying from a very conspicuous non-Girl Scout. Luckily, on my way out I saw a Girl Scout. One actual single Girl Scout. I almost missed her because she wasn’t wearing her uniform. I don’t know how she pulled that off because when I was selling the goods there was no way I could get away with not wearing my uniform while on duty. Anyhow, I bought one tiny little box for $3.50. I’m not going to complain about the price or anything but I will mention that when I was a Girl Scout a box cost $2.00. Anyway, it’s better that they are outrageously overpriced because I ate the whole box, almost exclusively, in 3 days. Thin Mints are the one food item I will ignore the presence of partially hydrogenated oils in. That’s because frozen Thin Mints are like a slice of heaven with a dollop of happy childhood.
Today is my and TBU’s fifth anniversary. I was a childbride, except we’re not married. We are celebrating by remembering our trip to Costa Rica. You can celebrate too with my favorite picture of the trip.
That is from the booze cruise we went on. It’s a great business model. Take American and Canadian tourists on a catamaran. Have no guardrails whatsoever and get them totally shit faced. Seriously, policy clearly dictates that a cup should never become less than a quarter full. Make sure the atmosphere could sufficiently be called a fucking free for all. Once their BAC is at an acceptable level, hand out the snorkeling gear and let them have at it. Round them up after a while and let them hang off the vessel in order to take pictures of themselves with other boats in the frame. The booze cruise was one of my most favorite memories of Costa Rica. It was absolutely beautiful, we saw humpback whales! The sunset on the water was amazing, the horizon was dotted with jungled coastline and picturesque islands. Sweet sweet anarchistic booze cruise.
The Millionizer se dice adios
[tags]Costa Rica, Travel, Thin Mints, Girls Scouts[/tags]