Well, a misnomer at this point, more like "On South Padre Island" - both literally and quasi-philosophically.
Here I sit, in a Days Inn on South Padre Island. It may sound idyllic for the MTV generation, bred on scenes of scantily-clad coeds and buff college-aged Casanovas. For me, a 40ish (can you be "40ish" if you just turned 40 not but 3 months ago?) businessman/entrepreneur it's almost sad. Sort of like I'm in a place I was better equipped to enjoy in the late 80s. Well, not "sort of", I WAS better equipped to enjoy this place 20 years ago, when musty hotel rooms were the furthest thing from my mind: getting laid was first and foremost.
Now, my opinion revolves around the facts that the beer at dinner was warmer than it had to be and that my hotel room smells like my grandparents' cellar. The downside is that the smell isn't accompanied by fresh blackberry preserves.
Not sure if this makes any sense, but Ben Folds is on the stereo, I have a decent buzz, and my luggage just arrived - 5 hours late, but with enough time to spare me having to wear the same underwear for another day. And that's a good thing, right?
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