I can't wait to be on a beach in Thailand. I don't even care what beach it is or if it's even in Thailand. Malaysia, Cambodia, even Vietnam will do ... but I do want it to resemble the photo above, complete with the boat and the little dude eagerly waving at me, with that come hither look that says "let me show you my paradise." Note, that in my head, he's a gorgeous surfer, with a six pack (of muscles and beer), and a hot accent. "Take me to paradise," I'll say in my most sultry voice. In my head this sounds perfect, in reality I am anything but a sultry sex-kitten. I'd most likely get nervous and start laughing then spill beer all over myself or trip on something and fall on my ass. All things have been known to happen--I often laugh when I'm nervous, mostly during inappropriate times, I spill on myself daily, and I trip on everything.Also, during my fantasy (soon to be reality) day I want to eat fresh lobster and crab and waste all day drinking coconut water and get tanked off sugary alcoholic beverages on the beach. Then, I want to pass out in the sand only to wake up perfectly golden tan and sublimely happy.
It's so close I can almost taste the over-sweetened blended rum drink and feel the sand in between my toes ....
