The one thing I should have written about last week was my one-toothed Lyft driver. It was one of his central incisors that once left on its own it migrated to the center of his smile. I was locked on like a tractor beam and could not look away. He thought I was just interested in his storytelling and while that was true the single tooth had my full attention. While he was telling me about his wife being a crack addict and currently sleeping with someone else I was trying to figure out how he chewed. I also couldn’t help but be soothed by the slight whistle in his voice provided by the only wind block in his entire mouth. AND this has to be the strongest toof in the game as it has survived a LOT of delicious crack and or meth. Dude should donate his super-tooth to science…
I talked like that guy for most of the week on and off by the end I had made up a large chunk of his life story. That is why I need to be around people who get me. I can speak exclusively in a whistling hillbilly voice for hours as normal and apply bits of his real life to every vacation scenario.
Discoveries were made this week not the least of which is we (talking about my core family people) don’t need a large body of water, just a pool. The beach was nice but we spent the majority of our time in the backyard bathtub. There was a lot of floating, talking, cracking wise, drinking, and an alarming amount of water basketball. I also learned that my cousin has a full on obsession with pickle ball and will not be surprised to see him on ESPN9 at some point. Other obvious lessons were learned like Florida in July is unreasonably hot and Malibu Rum bad and worse the next day.
All in all it was a great week. I have more to say but I am still dead ass tired. I went out last night as well which was a tactical error but oh well. More to come this week as I get my feet under me again.