I mean, Virgin-Bound Excitement!
Yeah, that's it. Forget that other one; it's not as accurate.
I've signed a contract with a sailboat charter company for ten days on a Lagoon 380 and sent them a deposit. I've bought plane tickets there and, unfortunately, back. Next June, if you're looking for me, you'd better catch me early in the month because during the last two weeks of June, I'll be in the beautiful Virgin Islands with some friends.
Yep, friends. My exquisite wife and boon companion, the inestimable Ronnie, has agreed to hold down the fort here at home while I have some boys-only time. And, unlike the first several decades of my life, I actually have enough male friends to need more than a two-man daysailer for such an adventure. Hooray for me!
Friends are good.
Fun is good.
We might be doing something approximately like this:
My friends are the shiznit and this is gonna be the most fun you can have with your clothes on, even if we're occasionally in a state of deshabille or, possibly, even complete nudity. Sun, sand, warm water, tropical fish, rum, trade winds...
But I refuse to talk about the donkeys.