dear fellow genx/geny types

Michael Jackson hasn't been anything but a tasteless joke and a reason for priests to get out of bed in the morning for like, 15 years or so. The man's career died ages ago, but you didn't have a vigil then. So shut the fuck up already. You didn't celebrate the good things Reagan did when he died.

o rite my vacay

I forgot about Isla Roatan. Actually no, I didn't. But I did forget to do a paper journal. Fortunately lots of pictures were taken of the two main activities: playing with dolphins and playing on the beach. We got up slightly early, though less early than the previous day, and took a bus across the Island to Anthony's Key Resort, where they have some marine biologists set up to investigate dolphins and other sea life. The guy who took us from the main facility to the dolphin pens was in fact a marine biologist in FL who was just going to stay long enough to set up, but...

We got put with a cool Jamaican trainer and a cool young teenage male dolphin called Mr. French. He was a bit surly and do-it-his-own-way, like most teenage males, but performed dangerous tricks for praise and mackeral. Like most teenage males. He also tried to flirt with younger females. Anyway he was great, and his skin felt weird. Cold and wet and stiff and soft. Like leather left in the water for a while. It was all super fun except when Reg dropped his expensive sunglasses in the coral, but even that was easily fixed.

Anyway after a while of that, we hung out in the gift shop while Reg's mom tried to buy a CDrom with the whole fam's pics on them (the dolphin poses with everyone in the group for "hugs" and "kisses") - this took a little while, but eventually it was done and we took the shuttle to Tabayana beach. They were having a buffet and a cheesey island band, but we decided to save our money for cheesey beach souvenir crap. I also bought five pounds of local coffee, and a necklace of polished stone. I asked for cashew wine, which apparently does exist, but the dude said he'd run out already.

We swum in the lukewarm caribbean blue waters, and found some fishies, and I could have stayed there for hours, but our boat was leaving at three and some of us wanted to shop near the port. So we headed back to do so. Reg got his House-cane and I got some mahagony coasters. We then attempted to find this cashew wine, but no one around the port proper had even heard of it, and everyone else was trying to sell Reg weed or coke. Oh well. We got in line for the customs and waited an hour to get back on the boat.

And it was our last proper night on the boat, so the waiters at the fancy restaurant sang a parody of "Leaving on a Jet Plane" called "Leaving on a Fun Ship." Gaaah. Don't ever do Carnival unless you can fully embrace the irony. I personally can't, and also I don't really get along with people, since they want to talk all the time to fill the silence. I had Reg and some books, and I was happy, though. I have to say Isla Roatan was the prettiest and nicest place we stopped at. I wouldn't mind a week there in the future.