I dare say I’m excited.  In a little less than three days our trip to the British Virgin Islands will begain.  I have been told, numerous times I might add, that I shall poop my pants as soon as I see the water there.  I’m hoping my teenage experience in the wonderfully over-commercialized bahamas will prevent this…but I have made necessary arrangements if not.  Thanks Depends!

I’m also prone to sea-sickness.  So, there’s that.  I’ve bought the medicine, let’s hope it holds.  As of Tuesday, we will be tanning in beautiful weather on a 50ft sailboat sailing leisurely from island to island.  Rum will be drunk.  Songs shall be sang.  Pants shall be lost.

I’ll be posting pics.  You bet.