Back in the Beaver-a-go-go-land

I'm back! Please, hold the applause. It's embarrassing...

But seriously... A good trip all around. I could literally marry the beach and the sun (if it was legal), I lub them that much. They're like crack (or what I would imagine crack to be like, because I've never done crack, I've only seen pictures of Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears all "cracked up" and that's how silly I act when I'm in the sun on the beach, moving my beach chair every 20 minutes or so to get away from the shade and back into the the almighty rays where I could continue to work on my burn tan.)

Praise Xenu, ah Theton.

But keep your pants on. I'm not going to give the full 7-day breakdown just yet. There will be a full holiday review with photos, commentary, etc. once Susie and Big Fingers (Thumb?) have posted their pictures to Flickr for us all to share. So hold on to your horses.

But! I will give you one, tiny tid-bit to tide you over:

*ahem*

I finally got my crack at a coconut drink.

For realsies. Some guy shook it down from a tree and cut a hole into it with a machete, and I got a pink bendy straw from the bartender, and took big huge sips, and then realized that coconut milk actually tastes more like @ss than yum and although they look cool, overall I'd rather drink crab juice than have another one. But tra la. It was a cool experience, and I almost peed my pants I was so excited to get my hands on it.

Tip or the week: Coconut milk is a natural laxative...