Fun For The Bun In The Sun, Son

I’m heading to Puerto Rico shortly to see what the real estate investment climate is like and for a little R&R (that’s Rock and Roll, baybeee! YEAHHHH!!! *hurl*) with a smokin’ babe, just barely old enough to seem like I’m not robbing the cradle, ya know? God – I hope she doesn’t, like, totally have to Tivo The Wizards of Waverly Place while we’re gone.

I used to travel quite a lot, first for music and then, for business. I always made a point of collecting a little bit of sand or earth from wherever I stopped and when people bragged to me that they were going to Mongolia or Uruguay, I button-holed them until they solemnly promised to bring me back a sample from their destination. Surprisingly, and to their collective credit, I was always universally rewarded with not only a sample from their trip, but an explanation (” . . . this is sand from an Arroyo. They’re formed by . . . .”) and usually some additional souvenir. It’s interesting how completely diverse people react exactly the same to this simple request. Huh. Head shaker. There was one (supasexy, hot mama of a) lady who brought me a small bucket of fine sand instead of the usual medicine-bottle-sized sample, of which quantity later flopped over in the trunk of my car when my ex stole same for a wild, drunken ride through Our Town. Along with what was more like an extraction by the Mars Rover, was a rectangular plastic key fob with a capsule inside in the shape of the sole of a bare foot, filled with a small quantity of sand, ostensibly from the U.S. Virgin Islands, that said, “I brought you a foot of sand!” Since the key chain was made in China, like most everything else these days, including, shortly, Hummers, I assume the sand, too, was Chinese, making it all the more mysterious and exotique.

All that for a run up to a link. Geesh.

Apparently, I’m not the only one collecting bits of the four corners. This young lady (link goes here to the blog – oh, you get it) has been travelling around, visiting nude bathing spots from down under to up top, combining two of my favorite travelling activities. I would offer to travel with here, but alas, my ass would resemble two (if I’m lucky) rain-soaked paper bags, only without the nice tan colour.