June 10, 2008 | Filed under: Is She Still Talking?

Clearly I was using the Mexican version of “tomorrow” there.  En Meh-he-co, everything happens “manaña,” which we silly Americans think actually means “tomorrow,” in a literal sense, but in fact it really means “eh, when I get around to it, possibly never.”  Not unlike when a guy says he’ll talk to you tomorrow.

At any rate, having consumed my body weight in crushed and fermented grapes, I returned to DC where I managed to avoid being at an airport for a whole four days.  By that time, I was getting a bit twitchy so I jetted off to my cousin’s wedding on Kiawah Island.  (Actually, “jetted” probably isn’t an accurate term for the fourteen-row, 2-seats-on-each-side plane I took.  Puddle-jumped?  I don’t know, I’ve been on true puddle-jumpers and this wasn’t it.)

While there, I made friends with Al…

…hung out with the fam…

…and spent some quality time at the beach.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, and YES, in order to catch the sunrise on the beach, you do have to set your alarm and get up BEFORE the crack of dawn. That’s how I could justify sleeping on the plane on the way home. Also, all those people up there? Not even the whole slew of cousins on that side of the family. But can’t you just see the resemblance?

Since returning home, I’ve done some really fascinating things like “get caught up at work” and “watch my previously sunburned legs peel” and “do laundry/scrub the bathtub/buy groceries because my parents arrive in a few days and I need to make it look like I’m a real grown-up.” I’m just glad I don’t have to pick them up from the airport. I’m taking a break from that place…at least until July.