Back in the Saddle

So, we made it to the next day Atlantis, and it was awesome. I had such a great time. It's amazing to me to find that

a) sitting by a pool drinking pina coladas can wear me out

and

b) my boyfriend can make it nearly a week without doing any work. At all. Nirvana.

We had a great view of the water, the resort, and the ray pond. I scuba'ed for the first time. We had a great dinner at Mesa, and just generally knocked around. I HIGHLY recommend a trip. It was so worth it, not too expensive, and so much nicer than anything else on the island. GO.

So, Facebook drama continues. The MIA friend is reappearing, and today I got a friend request from a girl I haven't talked to since the 7th grade. And then it wasn't there. She must have revoked it. I decided to be the bigger man, and friend her. And, then I friended her friends that I have known since I was 4. Just the ones I liked. And, within minutes, I got a request from my archnemesis. In real life, I'm sure she's a lovely person, but in my mind, she'll always be that bitch that tortured me K-2. Very mature of me, right? But, I've never had a single reason to talk to her. So very weird that she went looking for me.

But it reminded me of life in the 1st grade, before the Great Paint Pen Fight of 1982 (seriously, silver is so much prettier than gold, even if gold stuff costs more.) When we would hang out at Phil's Big 8 (now a bean bag emporium) and rollerskate on the only wooden rink in the city. This was my favorite song,


so I blasted it all they way home. Nothing goes with the NJ-SUV-soccer mom-GW Bridge traffic like Joan Jett.

Makes me want to whip around the rink twice, then drop and hug my knees to see how many times I could make it around without stopping or standing up. Good times.