Adults on Spring Break

It began with a party in a south Florida hotel room where an arrest was barely averted.

"You know," I said to Jodee at one point, "this is like we were twenty years ago."

"Except we drink better wine now," he shot back.

It's true. The wine is better but the actions are incredibly similar to what we did when we were younger.

The other thing that happens now is that I go to bed earlier. I start early but I always did. Now I go to bed earlier.

But doing the chicken dance naked beside the hotel swimming pool ... then having security chase you away ... well, how many people can claim to have done in life?

In fact, the world would likely be a much better place if once a year everybody had to do the chicken dance naked in front of people they don't like. It doesn't necessarily have to be by a swimming pool but I think it helps.

And alcohol doesn't have to be a factor (but I think it helps).

So this morning I'm doing what any mid-50 year old man on Spring Break does ... taking a bath in coffee, eating Mydol because I can't find the asprin and wondering what happened to my suitcase.

I am in the same hotel room that I checked into when we arrived so ... that's a good sign.

Now reconstruction begins.

Not the putting back together of the United States after the Civil War ... but the attempt to collectively remember everything that happened last night. It will take all seven of us to collect all of the details and get them in order.

Today we've been asked to vacate South Florida so we're getting on a cruise ship for the Bahamas.

While others don't forgive me for the way that I practice my faith, I have. I think God enjoys it all watching us enjoy ourselves. I believe She made us to be happy. Besides, I go to Bar Church where our creedo is that Jesus really did turn water into wine and ... dammit if we're going to be followers of Jesus then we're going to keep practing until we get it right!

I just finished my morning exercises ... meaning I fell and tumbled through the living room area to the bedroom area ... and did a perfect triple sumorsalt landing on both feet on top of my lost suitcase.

Now I'm ready.

Cracking up the Beach Boys on the lap top, I find Sarah and we dance.

Adult Spring Break is off to a rocking start!