The computer has been far from my mind this week as my little rag tag team of high school friends traveled to the Everglades – or was it Africa? Not sure, don’t care, and can’t come home just yet.
We became hopelessly lost and found ourselves again in the process.
I know without a doubt that my high school girl friends will always be my favorite traveling companions. We cavorted with a 1200 pound alligator named Chomper who is almost as old as we are (born 1958). We sunned beside Queen Victorian Lilly Pads the size of flying saucers. And financed a five-star dinner on our winnings from a one-armed bandit.
We sang with Jimmy Buffet at Margaritaville and ate barbeque in a dump the Swamp People would have passed on. We dared Chomper to bite us and thumbed our noses at society by running barefoot and naked through the Everglades.
And then I woke up from a fantastic dream. I can’t wait to go back to bed!