January 13th, 2006.
Last night the lights on the boat are turned down low, perhaps in an effort to get all their guests to go to bed early. The bars close early, and
January 12th, 2006.
I’m 10th in line at the talent show. For some reason they’ve decided I get to close the whole thing. I guess I should be flattered. Bon Jovi’s playing in
January 12th, 2006.
Interesting. In trying to remember the seven deadly sins, my mother and I both go the same route – trying to remember how people get killed in the movie Se7en.
January 11th, 2006.
Physical gifts are strange things. The rabbit around my neck actually calms me some. But – beyond “I was thinking of you”, unless they are useful, I often think they
January 10th, 2006.
Cuyutlan, Mexico. A beautiful dawn after a very rocky night. Intense seas… my grandfather seemed particularly disturbed by the fact that “you can’t see any stars”. Off the back of
January 9th, 2006.
Petatlan and Ixtapa. What the fuck is a “mofle”. I don’t know, but it sounds damned cute! It probably bites gently in your sleep, and sits on its haunches and
January 9th, 2006.
Petatlan, Mexico. Hanging out late. George and a very affectionate, drunk and loud Nicole – creatures I met on the dolphin swim). The name gets me to thinking too much
January 7th, 2006.
Five days down on the cruise, sixdays to go. Almost midway. I studiously avoid the word “trip”. There’s only one “Trip” that I ever taken now and that’s with a
January 6th, 2006.
Puerto Vallarta and San Sebastion, Mexico “make myself understood with my arms and my feet” “cows” “Have a Japanese moment” Martin “tictactictactictactictactic” “I cannot talk like that. The tower is
January 5th, 2006.
Mazatlan – my grandfather falls. pigeon assault. Sheila and the tour. Church. Shoeshine square. Yesterday – “I’m NOT your HUSBAND!!!” Last night – a little too much experimentation with Jack
