Well, that was stupid.
I’m back from Padre Island, where we encountered 40 MPH winds the first day, no wind the second day (which brought out 30 million tiny, flying, biting insects), rain one morning, intense sun the rest of the time, a lack of plentiful ice for everything from colas to beer to food, a snoring tent partner, the absence of a pillow (and a bed, and showers, and sinks, and air conditioning…), and gritty, abrasive sand for 30 miles in each direction down the shoreline.
I’ve placed a couple of photos into the Advantage collection.
The smile you see on my face? A lie, and proof that ad monkeys can put a happy face on in any situation imaginable (except for conflicts with Account Service).
While it was great to catch up with college pals, some of whom I hadn’t seen in more than a decade, we decided we could do the same thing in the comfort of an air conditioned, swim-up-bar-flaunting, “Hello Mr. Simpson, we hope you enjoy your stay” kind of condo next year.
It will take that long to sift the sand from my orifices.
Email Article Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006 at 07:29pm Mack Simpson
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1. makethelogobigger | May 3rd, 2006 at 8:05 am
I told you. Go for the cucumber wrap with the She Monkey, but do you listen?
Nooooo…
2. Mack Simpson | May 3rd, 2006 at 8:13 am
Yeah, I know, oh-wise-one.
But who could have guessed there’d be so much sand at the beach? I mean, c’mon!
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