Cancun is just like Florida, but we have more Mexicans here…

Florida rocks. It’s very hard to feel like it’s December here while I’m lounging out by the pool next to a palm tree. While we were in the car on our journey Southbound, we would periodically check the temperature gauge and be overcome with joy as it slowly crept up. I mean, when you’re shoveling snow on Sunday and on Wednesday, only a couple states to the South, the thermometer reads 64 degrees, that is one small step closer to happiness. Less clothing usually equals more happiness…

The other part of happy, is hour. Screw the early bird specials, we want drinks. And awesomely so do Meredith’s Dad and his buddy Cliff. These two are hilarious. All of a sudden at dinner, after Cliff has ordered a dozen oysters on the halfshell, he calls the waiter over and seriously asks for a shot of the cheapest tequila. This he says, just in case there is E Coli or Botulism present in his dinner. Of course, I immediately bust out laughing because one of my-coworkers had said almost this exact infamous line one fateful night, however he had asked for 9 shots and unfortunately that number had included me. Trust me the experience of doing a shot of battery acid is not one I would like to have again. I think I would rather have E Coli… or eat oysters...