This weekend has been packed with magic. First, we had a birthday party of a 3 year old whose mother is nice and sarcastic and real, which to me is very few and far between, and definitely magic. I had committed to bringing guacamole, which was a great idea until I cut open 7 consecutive avocados only to find zero viable ones. Produce is weird around here, you pay twice as much for it, yet it only has a 15 minute window for edibility. FUCK! Why do I say what I am bringing ever? I made my WORLD FAMOUS dip, well, in my world it is famous.
We arrived on time if you consider “island time” and “bullshit avocado fiasco”, aka, an hour late. The island was misty, there has been “tropical waves” coming in and out lately, whatever those are? What it means to me? I’ll be doing laundry like Julie Andrews in the sound of music. Of course, it downpoured. If I can tell anyone one thing, swimming in the rain is the most beautiful and magical experience, and I regret wasting my life not running to the water every time there is warm rain, obviously I would never encourage freezing your ass off, fuck that.
Out there in the water, it is like a million diamonds sparkling with every raindrop, and I love to get down in the water and watch them drop into the ocean, and there is a silence and peaceful feeling I have never experienced before. If it starts raining RUN to the beach. Apparently, if it does rain too much, however, all the shit runs off the island and renders the water unswimmable, so don’t wait too long!
After an amazing and creative birthday party, that was NOT ruined by the rain, we set off home to get ready for a couple of friends to come over for dinner and copious amounts of wine and laughter. These people are my kind of people, the kind you don’t have to “watch what you say” around, you just can’t have enough of these people in your life, not ever. If I had a dime for every time I held back something funny just because I thought someone would be offended, I’d have an island of my own right now. Island Lizzy? I like the sound of that!
Sunday, well, because of mass amounts of wine the night before, I felt like magically napping all day, and did. I’d like to publically thank HULU for making my hangovers much better, I love you HULU.
The 4th of July around here is a lot different. We spent it on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, cooking out, rumming it up. I plan to write an entire piece on my new addiction to Coconut Rum and Coconut water, and the brilliance of hydrating while dehydrating, I mean basically, it cancels each other out, and may actually be my life’s work. Surrounded by more friends, hanging out and listening to music, relaxing, and I have got to say, this is the American Dream. Fuck Suburbia, fuck 2 cats in the yard, fuck 2.5 children, and fuck cubicles.
Basically, it was much like every other weekend, except it was on a Monday, and most people wore their red, white, and blue bathing suits, which reminds me, I need one of those.