February 14, 2004
BEACH PARTY 2004
It's hard to concentrate at work lately what with all the layoffs and such, but it's certainly easy to think about summer vacation. So where to go?
Negril was nice, and I'd love to go back, but I figure there's only so much time on this planet, and I crave the unknown.
Which made me think: what about Haiti? Rebel insurgencies, death squads, Aristide on the ropes, rampant AIDS and poverty. I figure the exchange rate must be bitching.
I don't think they have officially sanctioned excursions there, but I'll wager an abduction and torturing by the Tontons Macoute would rank right up there on the Unforgettable Moments roster. The girls could get the "Hispaniola" tattoos they've been wanting, I could party with zombified canefield workers, I smell win-win.