rum, rum wherever you are. rum away from all your fears and cares. languid meals lit by candles. slow motion camera as he lifts his wine glass from table to lips. pinot noir smiling out the corners of his mouth. pinot noir kisses when the waiter isn’t looking....
this is how i appear to hh after 3 mojitos. i, on the other hand, am having a grand time with apricot ice teas. no sweetener. it’s raining today. loud, hot, aquamarine rain. costa rica doesn’t have a military. they have rain. rain commands presence and...
yes, that is a banana daiquiri, and yes, i have the palate of a 16 year old trapped in the body of a 34 year old. {they apparently don’t carry fuzzy navel wine coolers at this hotel} losers. i’m trying to move into the art of devil may care for the next...
we have a new sun today. a mirthful, waggish, tender sun. a sun who will guide us away from the grime and gloom of months passed. this morning i felt her even before i saw her. she played a little hide and seek through my bedroom window for a bit; thoughtfully...