Day Fourteen

At long last his weary fingers caress the keypad in only the way a man having been on vacation the last fourteen days can. He struggles to find the words to describe the total insanity that has occurred in the last two weeks as he does upon returning year after year. He vows this won’t be one of those crazy rambly entries none of the others planned to be, but lacks the capacity at present to write it as haiku so instead chooses to take the easy route; highlights and flickr feed.

In the last fourteen days I have:

• flown to Orlando
• laid beside/in a beautiful pool at the foot of a water fall

• rode a jetski in gator infested waters
• swam in said waters
• played a harrowing game of mini putt
• drove to Miami
• partied in South Beach at a mutlitude of clubs in full on “pimp” style
• wore the 2006 NBA World Championship ring

• witnessed a real “dance off” in a club in South Beach involving actual professional dancers, which was called by my lovely lady
• swam naked in the ocean at 5am
• drove to Key West
• rode scooters until I wanted to buy one - I now do
• saw more cocks in strange places than planned

• watched drunken redneck’s, drag queens and farm animals intermingle in a way not seen since Springer
• snorkeled with schools of painted zebra, parrot and grunt fish as well as a barracuda
• saw live coral, barrel and regular sponges
• saw iguanas and parrots in the wild
• got a second degree sunburn on my back and did the seven hour drive back to Orlando with it
• met Paralympian and six-time world champion Jeff Adams
• got a personal tour of the Cervelo factory and offices

• saw the prototype for the new Cervelo race wheelchair (wow)
• got the top of my right leg tattoo started. That’s my ass, to the lay-person

I did get some rest in there. I didn’t check my work email - of which I’m sure there are now several hundred. I believe I’m ready to face work again. The only thing I didn’t get enough of - and likely never will - is riding. However, there may be some great news in my near future.