Cast out of Heaven

Some thoughts on Phuket.....

Well, to tell you the absolute truth, I have been trying to avoid this particular subject. I don't want to tell you all about my time here at the Indigo Pearl Resort in Phuket and the amazing things I saw and did and ate or how clear the water was or how warm the golden sandy beaches were. I don't want to tell you about cocktail night at the Rivet Bar where the girls from sales for the hotel came by and asked very polite, non-intrusive questions about our stay while we sipped on free drinks from the bar. Or about the day of snorkeling out off the coast at the shallow reefs or Lupe's first experience scuba diving. I don't want to tell you about the fire dancer or the massage at the spa or the blue drinks made with too much rum and pineapple juice or even about the buffet that I stuffed my face at. I don't want to tell you about the three pools or the Pulley bar right there in the pool or the kids pool with its kick ass mini waterfall or the women in bikinis at the beach with fake boobs and all-too-real tans (sunscreen, ladies.... c'mon now: a little SPF never hurt anyone). I don't want to tell you about the rich architecture or the unbelievable service or the ice cool towels that smell like jasmine that they offer you while you're waiting to get checked in. And I definitely don't want to tell you about how my five days here were the best five days in a row I can recall ever having.

I don't want to tell you all about this because that means I'm getting close to leaving here. And that reality is a hard one to bear.

I also don't want to make you jealous or anything. Because, y'know... I like you. Also, I have come to find that talking about things happening to me that are pretty darn awesome generally makes other people resentful and/or pissed off at me in that irritated, "I'm truly happy for you, (fucker)", passive/aggressive way that I thoroughly don't understand.

So... consider this 'me not talking about it'.

No, no.... nothing to see here, folks. Just move along now. I'm sure there will be much more mundane and boring things to talk about when I get to Greece in a few days. Please pay no mind to this particular entry as it is readily evident that the Indigo Pearl Incident (as we're calling it now) was really just an elaborately orchestrated engagement in an active party of misinformation and I Want to Believe [that] The Truth Is Out There [but I] Trust No One.

I mean NOTHING could be that great, right? Right.


-d@n
"Equo Ne Credite"