As I've been reading your comments from the last couple days -- and please forgive my lack of new blog posts, we've got a bunch of stuff goin crazy here -- I noticed you've started talking about where you're going for summer vacation, or where you've been.
Some of you've brought up St. Maarten, a pretty little island I visited when I was in my early 20s, a place where I actually frolicked upon a nude beach. Now, that's no big to Europeans and stuff, but it was pretty out-of-the-ordinary for small-town (at the time) me.
It was so awesome, and I totally get why folks do it, though these days I wouldn't inflict my nude self on anyone except the poor guy stuck with me.
So it got me thinkin -- that and the fact I got a new car last week and so did Amyskf -- if you could grab a hot guy, toss him in a hot dream car, and drive all the way to an exotic vacation spot...who would the guy be, what kind of car, and which vaykay destination?
Encore! I think you can guess where I'd go, what we'd be drivin (the sweet little Alpha Romeo), and who I'd be takin with me. I don't know his name or whether he speaks English. God, I love dream vacations... "Um, Giancarlo -- I'll just call you that -- do you mind wrapping up in that flag before you sit on my nice new leather seats, bello? Grazie mille."