I Don't understand why their are polar bears on a tropical island.
And well it is making me rethink the whole what I want to do for my 40th birthday. I thought I'd like to go to a tropical island. What if the plane crashed? What if there are bears? What if there is a heroin addicted ex-hobbit?

Meanwhile, this story just reminds me too much of my last Delta flight from Atlanta to Dublin. Is it any wonder I don't like to fly?

So I need to talk about the travels. No, really, I should. I have lots to say about gender. And not all of it revolves around strippers. Of which on this trip, there might have been more strippers than praire dogs. And this surprised me. I wasn't planning on looking at naked bodies. In fact, I can say in one instance, I really didn't want to look at naked bodies. I actually wanted to watch free HBO. But well, tomorrow I might have more time to do these stories justice. Oh, and I must remember about the sheets!