So this is how it’s going to be
Bruce and I are back. Being at work this week kind of kicked my ass. Monday was spent staring off into the distance and being confused by my phone ringing.
Tuesday was not much better but at least I was able to follow what people were saying in conversation.
Wednesday would have been fine except for the insanity of all the other people. Both my boss and myself felt like we had been hit by the Crazy Train.
Thursday, today, is probably going to be very very very very slow. I can just feel it. My normal morning commute of 45 minutes took over an hour and when I arrived at work I realized I had nothing to do.
But what you all really want to know is What I did on my Christmas Vacation (by Some Girl).
Bruce and I agonized over where we should go. Bali, Fiji, Tahiti, Bangkok (haha, I said cock), Dubai, Sydney, Hawaii were all rejected mostly by Bruce but I nixed Hawaii and Sydney. After finally waiting so long that we couldn’t find a hotel with a room open long enough we ended up just outside of Belize City, Belize (look it up, I’ll wait………).
So there was sun and stuff. Most importantly, though, there were iguanas. We named ours Stripy. Sometimes there was a second one hanging out near our cabana, we called him Other Stripy. Stripy seemed really civilized, I’m guessing he’s used to the resort guests getting all up into his grill, so we have a billion and 1 pictures of Stripy.
Also there were hammocks. I love me a good hammock; Bruce does not like his feet leaving the earth. After ten days of trying to get Bruce to laying in a hammock with me, he finally acquiesced on our last day. I chose a hammock that I saw someone else using earlier that week. The someone using the hammock was “well-fed” and thus I thought the hammock would very easily hold us both. Alas Babylon, just as Bruce and I were getting comfy one of the ropes holding the hammock up slid down the tree. Slid is such a graceful word with the implication that there was a gentle sliding motion, what we did was more along the lines of falling on our collective asses. Bruce may never believe me again when I say that something is lots of fun and won’t hurt.
There were fun things though, we fished, snorkeled, walked up a Mayan temple that brought us 100 yards straight up to see over the jungle trees, swam, kayaked, and generally hung out. This was Bruce’s first vacation outside of America and his first ever at a resort. Bruce has now been introduced to the wonder that is the all inclusive vacation and by George, I think he likes it. We’ve already started talking about our next big vacation that will take place in about two years.
Bruce and I spend so much time alone, usually we are alone together for the entire weekend that I knew we would be okay on vacation together, but still I worried that there would be a point when I tried to smother Bruce with a pillow or better yet, throw him into the lagoon with the Crocodiles and hope that nature would take its course. I should have known better, if there is one thing Bruce and I do well together it’s solitude.
And because we are going in reverse order, I will now present a list of things I received from Bruce for Christmas: A back massager that attaches to a work chair (or in my case is propped up on the couch while I watch TV), a set of exacto knives, a laptop base for my lap, paper cutter. Eventually I will be getting a new cell phone (I’m leaning toward a blackberry). Bruce, the lucky man that he is, received a lightsabre for the Wii and a piece of art for his new office at work (a decorated and signed lunchbox by Rosanne Cash that was part of a charity auction for the NYC Food Bank). Eventually he will be getting a new watch (I’m just waiting for him to pick one).
And let’s see…before that, Bruce was named partner at his law firm. Yeah, he’s finally a partner. That means some good things and some bad things, but mostly it means nothing is really going to change.
I’m off to go ice my carpal tunnel syndrome away, smell ya later.