Twirl While Scarfing Down Roast Beef

Hi friends, tonight after attending a beach wedding we went with another couple to this twirly restaurant. That's right, you sit up very high on top of a hotel and the whole room spins. And that is why the restaurant is called SPINNERS. Now I am very sick. I have motion sickness, you know, of every description. This was like a mild version of the Mad Tea Cups at Disney World, or whatever they're called. But it was enough. It seems to take an hour to twirl around the room completely, but I could watch the moving floor tiles we at our dining table were situated on pass the stationary floor tiles along the edges, under the windows. Every few minutes you passed yet another paper pinned to the wall that told you how far away you were from, say, Timbuktu. 8 million miles. By the time you circled around, you knew exactly how many miles you were away from every place on the planet. Very educational. The whole point of Spinners is so you can admire the view of all of St. Petersburg and miles around, the beaches, the parking lots, the whole ball of wax. The only problema is that we were looking at the view in the dark of night. So we saw lots of lights, like across the street BEACH MART was lit up. It was great.

One little thing before I go crazy. See, the thing about procrastination is that when you are finally FORCED to do despised job because the last grain of sand is fixing to drop, then it's even less fun, if that is possible, and it is, than if you'd done it right away. Because you're thinking the whole time, Wow, if I had done this earlier, I could be sitting here watching a movie right now or sipping a malt with the satisfaction the work was completed in a sensible and timely fashion. And then the chore is even more gruesome. I finished the pains. It wasn't as gruesome as the first night, for some reason unknown to me. Maybe because my neck is crunched out from crunching like chewing on Cap'n Crunch sounds. Did that make sense? Housework is hardly for delicate flowers like myself and my friends. It makes my fingers swell, too.

I want to wake up tomorrow and do everything in my life differently. All the little nagging things, they gotta go. You know, kick to the curb all the junk that gives you that sinking feeling and do only the stuff that gives you the good vibes.

Mike wore his $5 silk jacket from the Driftwood yard sale to the wedding. He looked smashing. He had the jacket dry-cleaned first, which spunked it up. This was the PERFECT beach wedding. Clear skies, breezes blowing in. And when the sun set, there was a shapely cloud on the horizon and it was all outlined in orange. It was stunning. And then a full moon came out. I'm happy for everyone who worked so hard on this. THEY did not procrastinate. THEY can rest easy tonight.

Okay, I'm worthless. Eating while twirling is a very poor idea. See you tomorrow.

KEM