Putty in my hands.
I did the Booze Cruise (Wild Thing, naturally), swam through the deep ocean from the boat to Rick's Cafe's cliffs while cliff divers narrowly missed me, won a scavenger hunt for leaves, socks & men's shirts at Margaritaville and had my very first beach side massage. I received texts from the guy, wondering if I was being good and it felt a little el scorcho for my liking. I pacified him and did not text back any irritated emoticons. I've now come back to what seems like a brand new guy. I recommend leaving your man at home to everybody. It be irie.
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