As I awoke this morning from another island night out, I wondered what would make this last day a delight and make my Mom proud. In all honesty, I was really looking for a cure for this mild vacation hangover from the multiple margaritas, pain killers, Laguinitas and a Caipirnha for the closing ceremony at LongBoards on St. John. Yet, I was convinced that my buddy ate the last dose our medical grade rice crispy treat earlier this week.
As I was packing a bunch of wet, raunchy bathing suits and t-shirts - of course nothing was hung to dry all week after several full on day drinking binges - I came across a well packed dose of brownie; probably 15-20mg. SHHHWING!
When I say well packed, I really mean it was wrapped in a old cigarette film that a friend had given me two weeks ago. Regardless of the rotten tobacco smell and taste, I muscled it down with the swill of a canned Corona Light.
Let the day begin as I now sit here at breakfast with a smile, an appetite and in front of a massive buffet! Already called my Mom, sister, and sister-in-laws wishing them a happy mothers day. Just waiting now for the full effect, before I call my favorite outlaw, my favorite mother-in-law, Superstorm Sandy!
Happy Mothers Day from a son that refuses to grow up!
