On our way back to the airport in Montego Bay, I found myself engaging in a heated debate with Myself. It went something like this:
Self One: What the hell are you talking about? Of course you can't just STAY in Jamaica forever. You have things to take care of!
Self Two: I think I'm going to make a break for it. I could wait tables at the resort. Work the front desk. I don't need anything I've got back home. Home is BORING. There's more to life, and I think it's right here at Beaches Negril. The family could visit me from time to time. I think I'm going to do it. (Gets up to ask driver to pull over)
Self One: (Tackling Self One and throwing her back in her seat) You wouldn't last five minutes on this island by yourself. Sit down and stop being ridiculous.
Self Two: Is that a DARE? Cuz I'm pretty competitive you know. And I'm fairly sure you're underestimating me. Say the word if it's a dare, you coward! (mutters) You were always terrified of anything exciting.
Self One: Did you just call me a COWARD, you reckless commitment phobic dreamer? Come back to Earth, honey! We have bills to pay, children to raise, commitments to honor. It's just like you to be so selfish.
Self Two: And it's just like you to be so disgustingly PREDICTABLE! I'd rather put salt in my eyeballs than hang out and talk to boring old you! Watch and weep, sister. I'm going in! (To bus driver) Excuse me...sir? Would you mind...
Self One: (still to driver) ...explaining to me what that building is used for? Molasses refinery? Ah ha! Very interesting. Thank you, sir.
Self Two: I'll get you for that. You just wait.
And so on. Self One won, obviously, but Self Two is not a gracious loser, so I do believe there's more to come from her.
Meanwhile, back in my real life, the crocuses are up. They are doing their part to try to restore my love for this town which lies so very far north of the equator.
11 comments:
Such fun pictures!! But you realize when you actually have to work in said "paradise," it kind of loses it's luster. Wait - am I giving ammo to Self One?
What are you, chicken? Come on, I'll go with you!!... Oh it would be bad if our bad selves got together... We could get into a lot of trouble!
I do believe I could get quite used to those blue waters too!
(And I think I do recognise that little blonde boy from the playground... let me hear him speak;)
The tropics are intoxicating, aren't they. You all look wonderfully relaxed and happy. Hope you can hold onto a little piece of that in the frozen north.
i gotta tell you. I've driven by the airport many times and thought "screw it" I'm going to go live in Spain or Paris and I'll wait tables or become a hooker (I was a terrible waitress and since I don't speak French, being a commercial actress would likely not work for me) and then I remember, my kid who I love so much. It's hard though, it is hard
I second VT Mom's advice.
I'll go as well. I could cook at a little Tiki Bar and guide Flyfishing trips.......
Give me 10 minutes to get my shit together.
Ooh, ohh....let's all go together. It's a blogger oasis!
I had that SAME conversation with myself two weeks ago at Daytona Beach.
I lost.
i hate those conversations. i always lose.
Funny! I have this same argument with my selfs every time we go somewhere great for vacation.
Looks like a FANTASTIC time!
Also, your kids are gorgeous. Love the braids.
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