...and get fucking jealous of me! (and jamie and ben and david and krishnan, too!!)
because in just a few short weeks (let's start the countdown now - 31 days, suckers!) we'll all be escaping this miserable DC weather to shake off our winter blues on the blissfully hot, sunny beaches of St. John. Cinnamon Bay, to be exact. doesn't that just SOUND sexy and beautiful?
so it went a little something like THIS: one cold and blustery evening (think 6 degrees coupled with 5 ft. snow drifts mounted against our house), five friends were cuddled up on the couches of our M Street abode, dreaming aloud of a warm trip outside of the District.
David: why don't we go camping on St. John?
Jamie: tickets look prettttttty cheap
Krishnan: yeah, let's do it! I could use a nice tan!
(elapsed time: 12 hours)
we all bought ourselves tickets to the Virgin Islands on March 25th . easy as pie. spontaneous as can be.
i can see it now..... me and jamie looking like
this, and
this. while the boys
cook us dinner and
pick us fresh pineapples (wearing coats made of questionable materials). paradise -
HERE WE COME!
{jamie, lookin' purdy}
{hi fish!}
{the driver of the car}
{ben's first time drinking beer}
{ready for the show!}
{tha ladies with tha fish}
{heyyyoooooo, jamie's havin' fun}
{mmmhmmmmmm}
