SURPRISE!

Did someone just holler a big welcome back? 

I won't pretend I did not just have the best travel time of my life.  Sal and I flew the coop and said sayonara to the little boys (not actual little boys... that's what we call the cottages) as we made our way to San Juan, Puerto Rico.  The big draw was the Margaritaville, but things started off sour when we found out the damn thing was inside of the airport.  I guess I tried to put up my feet and let Jimmy Biffit's guitar swoon me away like a baby in (airport) paradise, but (you guessed it) Sal would not quit talking about hotel reservations this, I'm hungry that, where did you put the luggage this... I mean COME ON.  When an adult male is clearly lax'in, you do NOT squeak in their damn ear! I was pretty fucking ticked. 

Sal snapped this shot of me at the airport playing a nice fun game.  Next to me is my friend-to-be Ben X (down low, bro! -inside joke)  

We ordered some hot wings to cool our jets (with spicy buffalo) and once the margaritas starting flowin we started to really appreciate what mattered in the world.  We've been all over the US&A, we have the best furry kids (pets) in the world (especially because Gushers DIED finally), seen world class theatre like Stomp and Shrek, and have together shared so many amazing stories along the way.  Even though Sal is and will always be my just-as-friends wife (and also even though she can be a yappy buffoon whenever we watch Hulu) I am proud to say I love her.  

So there we were, two American love birds who flew the coop and found paradise in an airport.

Happy Holidays from the Doody family! 

Keep it real,

Bill Doody