Day 5 in the Dominican was like Day 1, which was like Day 2, and 3… you get it. It was a total escape from reality. We were on a vacation where you didn’t have to worry about a lot of things, like putting on socks for example; no need for those in this place. What time was it? We asked that many times, because, it didn’t matter; what day was it? That didn’t matter either. I didn’t have to think about work. I didn’t have to think about driving. I didn’t have to think about keeping my awareness at 100 every day & night in the city. I didn’t have to think about anything. The only thing we had to “worry about” was being on time for dinner each night; not too shabby.
We did do one excursion… or actually my wife and son did; they went parasailing. That was really cool. I did get to go on the boat and take pictures, so that was nice. Seeing my wife and my son up in the air was… well… something. It was a fun thing to do, especially for my son, for his first time. Yet, seeing them both in the air so many feet up, made me think of losing them… sorry, I couldn’t help it for a minute… you know, coming off my recent loss, death enters the brain a lot more frequently. OK, I wiped a tear away, and got back to thinking about nothing… except their safe return to the boat. OK, check.
The other thing I had to think about was what I was going to drink that particular day. On the first full day, the answer was everything. El Presidente was the local beer; one waiter called it “Dominican water”… well, you know what they say about drinking a lot of water. Yet, I couldn’t drink beer all day long… well, I could… but… OK, shots of tequila, mama juana in the shot form and the slushie drink form in my coconut, coco loco’s… the list goes on. Each night I had to settle on something, one thing, so I wouldn’t be hungover. Jack and Coke one night, Cran and Vodka another, Long Islands to top it. It was a good mix, I guess… I wasn’t hungover not one day… perfect. Throw in a couple cigars during the week on the nightly visit to the casino with her family… yeah, nothing in that brain but holding my cigar and drink… that’s a beautiful thing.
Yes, the daily routine of breakfast at about 10 (my son slept his ass off), any combination of pool, water park, and beach all day, dinner at 730, and music, drinks, and casino after that… I had not one complaint in the world. OK, what day is it again? The only thing we had to remember is when we were coming home, so we could check in, and you know, not miss our flight… although, would that have been such a bad thing?
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