Yep, I was reporting Live to my buddies flying in today and tomorrow on shit at Miami airport, landing at St. Thomas airport, time spent waiting for luggage at baggage claim/ bar serving drinks in plastic roadie cups at baggage claim, and ground transportation to local accommodations. (Mexican fell into the last group.)
No humble brag yet. I am not standing in a Frenchtown hotel like my married friends, I am staying in a less-than ideal AirBnB in a convenient part of town (West Amelia) that is near the cruise port.
The first neighbor I saw when I arrived to the dilapidated building (that somehow looked better on AirBnB looked like he might charge me for a fight…
…but backed down.
But I peeked down through a window today and the cock look like he was waiting to start something.
If any of my married friends arriving soon had booked this spot, they likely wouldn’t still be married by Valentine’s Day.
The humble bragging will start tomorrow when I board the Sea Dream yacht as one of 110 guests of the “birthday couple” (Austin native girl/ Dallas native guy) as we take over the entire “yacht” for 3+ days & 3 nights as we dock around the British Virgin Islands on the hosts’ dime.