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May 11, 2007
Lord, I Was Born a Traveling Womyn
View of Mt. Greylock from Williamstown
The BF and I are ff in the early a.m. to the familial homestead in deepest Massachusetts. There we will sup on horsemeat soufflé and gooseberry mash, followed by everyone's favorite decadence: prunewhip a la coolwhip. And that's just the first night.
On Wennsday, we'll be flying to Miami for some sort of festive gathering involving bright colors, tanned boobies and Gloria Estefan. From there, we will cruise in the 'stang convertible rental down the coast to the keys, where we will lounge around, lollygag, attend some sort of nuptial event, fish (eh.), swim (eh!) and, most likely, find ourselves face down in a trough of gin and tonic (made with key limes, but of KERSE) on more than one occasion.
Updates will be spartan, but I'll more than make up for it in weight gain. You have my word.
Posted by Bree at May 11, 2007 08:07 AM