So, followed cute boy's advice to hit happy hour and showed no sense of self-restraint whatsoever, spent all of yesterday in hangover mode, sucking back gallons of water that kept dribbling down my chin as I managed to get sun poisoning in my bottom lip that is now much bigger than Angelina Jolie's on her biggest lip day ever. The good news, the sun was out, I remembered sunblock and lazed about on my chaise lounge. Dillon, pool guy/waiter, tempted me all day with pina coladas or mojitos but I held back. Even my daughters advice was to just keep drinking--when you fall off a horse you're supposed to get right back on, right? Ah well, catching my last few hours of sun before heading back to Chicago. I hear it is rather pleasant at home actually. It can't possibly beat the paradise I have found myself in these last few days but it is home and that can be paradise too.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone.
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