Monthly Archives: June 2007

Jamaica: Day Three

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And, on the third day, I started to miss things1. I woke up to the rain at about 8 am and slowly fell back asleep, only to re-awake at 8:20. My calves were a little sore from the flippers I wore snorkeling, but that pain soon faded (as did the rain). I forgot to mention that Thursday night in Jamaica also included sipping a sweet French rose wine while listening to Robin Banks (leave the puns at home) sing the Blues. Her band included a drummer, two keyboards and a trumpet player who appeared to be sleeping between his cues, but miraculously was able to belt out some impressive notes when he was up and at ’em. The atmosphere for this particular dinner was amazing. The backdrop for the band consisted of palm trees, sand and the ocean. You also could not see any lights if you looked off into the distance. After dinner, Talia wasted close to 100 pictures…

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Hi…Ya

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Question: What is more embarrassing than getting caught in the break room at work, practicing high-level jump kicks in your socks? (understand the title now?) Answer: Getting caught on the way down sideways (parallel to the floor) from the same over-powered kick. Scenario: I was pretend fighting with the Coke machine in our break room today, because I was bored and it is a Coke machines. Tangent: Coke machines make great sparring partners for several reasons: The convex-bowed plastic cover on the front gives enough to where you don’t hurt your fist/elbow/head/knee/foot (self). The convex-bowed plastic cover on the front also makes a loud sound to make even a moderately hard blow sound like you kicked down a door. It won’t fight back. It serves as a great intimidation tactic (combine #1 and #2) when warning off third parties. So, after I kicked/punched the face of the Coke machine a few times, I decided to try out my sea legs…

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Jamaica: Day Two

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Refreshed at 8 am is difficult to imagine. However, when you spend your first day of vacation in three airports, two planes and one air conditioned room, you’ll surprisingly awake chipper. (It also helps to go to bed around 10 pm). I had no idea that today would be so full. I started the day the same way I ended it – sweating. The first hour or so of my day consisted of chapter one of MadScam. Chapter one did not pass distraction-free…I had to interrupt my reading several times to tell the entrepreneurs passing by, “no thanks.” One of the people that passed by – who was obviously going by his birth name of “Captain Kirk,” asked if we were interested in going snorkeling today. My answer came without thinking… “Check back around eleven, because we haven’t eaten breakfast yet.” After the other three returned from floating down the beach (the waves hit the west-side of Jamaica at an…

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Jamaica: Day One

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Sitting in the Jamaica International Airport in Montego Bay waiting to leave, you’ll feel something. It just hit me and unfortunately my laptop battery is dead and I’m exhausted from a roller-coaster ride of a week, so to alleviate the feeling I had to use my moleskine. Writing on paper, soft from the intense humidity, I realized something: The rain in Jamaica is somewhat melancholy when you’re leaving. That principle can be applied to any meteorological state (the weather) when leaving any vacation. However, it is infinitely multiplied if you’re sitting at opposite ends of a teal bench waiting for your flight with the only person you came with. Add a splash of Rogue Wave, The Shins or Coldplay and you’ve got some mixed feelings. Add some mixed drinks and it will start raining inside. Let’s recap: I ate two slices of bad pizza, went to bed and grew a conscious. (name that movie…) By the way, that is a…

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