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I wake up foggy and with a headache, which I suspect is an alcohol/Ambien hangover. I grab a lounger at the beach before I go to breakfast. I enjoy the walk to Bella Vista, and ask for Azael when I get there. I say hi to Olivia. I skip a Mimosa since I am feeling rough around the edges. I have a good breakfast which makes me feel better.
The mango is delicious. The other thing was……interesting, kind of slimy.
On the way back to my room I read a post on Facebook from the guest who wants to meet me. It is a woman named Diana, and she wants to know where I am, right now. Okay, that feels a little stalkerish. Just kidding. I respond that I am going to the beach to try to discover the meaning of life.
When I get back to my room I find this under my door. Seriously? I am aware of the club and don’t really need any more information. I am all about honesty, and this is not saying anything about the club, when that is all it is about.
I get out to the beach.
Now, back to the all important question, what am I going to do with my life? Get a second job, or start a consulting business?
The answer does not come to me. So, I order a Mudslide, which not only tastes good, it looks good too.
I still have not discovered either the answer to what I should do with my life specifically, or the answer to life in general, so I order a Shandy. This is a drink my friends from last night told me about. It is half beer, which I normally never drink because it just doesn’t taste good, and half Sprite, which I don’t drink either because it is too sweet.
The waiter repeats what I have asked for, which usually means, what the heck do you want that for?
It is surprisingly good. Very refreshing. Each half softens the edges of what I don’t really enjoy about the other half.
It does not bring the answers I am looking for either. I guess it is time for lunch!