Can you Belize it?

First, gotta give props to A's beau Bryan for the title. He said that to me and M when we were very very intoxicated and we thought it the gayest/funniest thing we had ever heard.

I leave in less than 24 hours...in 17 hours, to be precise. Must be at the airport in 14... dang! Im excited and nervous. So here are some things ive decided...

1. No clocks. No timetables. No extreme planning. Yeah, i know, im an expert packer and my bag is already been planned into a stealth pack of neccesities...but i havent technically left yet, so thats ok.

2. I will love my big hair and embrace it in its large frizziness.

3. I wont sleep with anyone for the sake of sleeping with someone. But, if the chance arises, yeah, im gonna do it.

4. Be DangerGirl. She is crying to get out. She wants to scuba dive. She wants to climb the pyramid at Altun Ha. She wants to drink Belizean rum and beer until she pukes...and then drink some more. [of course, DangerGirl's motto is still "Safety First". That means wear a condom, dont pass out alone, and try to remember that you arent a good swimmer]

5. Im doing this trip for me. Not for Marco, not for Mark, not for Ian, not for the fucks that caused me to lose my job, and not for any fucks who got to keep theirs.

I think thats it. I plan to try to email post to my blog-o-rama, if not, ill just copy the emails in here. Cant wait.

Fishy Note: Indie Rock Pete is currently staying at the office of Van Harten, O'Gormon, Foster, Iovinelli (and White) and sends the following message:
Dear Mommy, Having a good time at Diablo's. Diablo is a bit of a jerk, but i can put up with him. My tank is small and i miss Hortense the Mermaid, but all else is good. Bring me a rock from Belize and maybe one for Diablo, too. Love and kisses, Petey.