C'est ça

June went by fast.

Spent a lot of time packing and unpacking suitcases, boarding and de-boarding airplanes, checking in and checking out of places.

Airports are not fun when your plane waits in the tarmac for an hour for the signal to take off, and especially not fun when it sets off a chain reaction resulting in you missing the connecting flight.

Funny how things work!

On our way to the island, we missed our connection due to the scapegoat typically used by overbooking airlines called Air Traffic Control, and subsequently got detained in mr jones' city. For a night. So we lost a day of activities at a high priced resort, no horse-back riding was done, had to make several calls to shift other stuff, the situation was beginning to look pretty darn grim, collective fuses were getting shorter and shorter.

To make the best of this unappealing situation, the duo decided to go downtown and check out the dueling piano bar. It was a nice change of pace. As I was sipping my not so daunting cherry martini and tapping my not so drunk foot, amidst blaring sing-alongs and iterative applauses, i got a call from mr jones. He wanted to meet up.

Il m'a semblé un peu ivre et agité. Il m'a dit, "quoi donc s'il y a une difference de dix-neuf ans entre nous, il n'implique pas que nous ne pouvons pas rencontrer! Nous sommes dans la même ville, et vous ne voulez pas rencontrer moi!" Alors, il ne fait presque pas telle chose comme ça, il est très calme à mon avis, donc j'était très surprise! I mean i am known to be impulsive, but hey, even i wouldn't dare to take on a 22 who just had to subtract a whole day of fun from her graduation trip!

Wouldn't lie, i was impressed by his courage at the same time afraid of what this chance encounter would unleash on me. But i said yes to him, anyway.

For the better part of the next day i was snowed under Freud, post-modernism and just plain negative feedback on how we shouldn't be together. The warm breezy ocean air didn't help much to thaw the temperature, nor could the beauty of the island dull the blows so sharp...

Hey, what can i say, wasn't expecting it to be any other way!

Nevertheless, it killed my spirit for one whole day as i started to feel physically sick...took a pain-killer and summoned sleep. Dusk was signing in, evening torches were being lit, music began to pour through the thatch roofs...

...but they could reach me not.