We’re not in Cabo anymore.
Home to the great white and frickin’ frozen north.
You know what that weather report up there doesn’t say? It doesn’t say that the wind is blowing 50 MPH, making the air feel like it’s actually -30.
Which would mean when I got on the plane in Cabo on Tuesday morning and landed in Bismarck, North Dakota on Tuesday night, my body was asked to deal with a nearly 100 degree temperature difference.
I can’t help but feel the shock of the juxtaposition that was the result of a couple plane rides …
But oh, we had a nice trip. We wore vacation hats.
We got some sun our our pasty white skin. We played beach volleyball and drank ridiculous drinks,
we swam in the ocean,
and rang in the new year in a blur of tequila and club music.
But you know what they do in January in Cabo? They ride horses in shorts and bare feet on the beach.
Dammit, it’s cold here. No more vacation hats for us.
Just a white line
Warm weather pet
A more snuggly version
A blizzard-y drink
A walk on the beach
Ah, son of a beettchh…
And that’s it. No, we’re not in Cabo anymore boys and girls…
But we’re not beach people really.
We’re pale and pasty northerners with a large collection of wool socks. And we’re home.
And no matter what the sky is doing in Mexico, or Jamaica, or Sunny California, it’s always good to be here.