Valentine’s Day 2014
There’s something about traveling for work that makes it hard to take a real vacation. I’ve developed an irrational desire to stay home like an agoraphobic shut-in during my free time. I finally managed to rectify that this Valentine’s day weekend and took a little pleasure trip to Santa Cruz. And yes smarty pants, I realize it’s May now, don’t judge me!…
That particular beach might be my favorite place on Earth to disappear, drink like a fish and fuck incessantly. My idea of peace is sprawling out in a king size bed with the sound of the waves crashing in, no responsibilities or furry butts to look after. It may only happen once every 3 years, but what do you know it IS good for the soul.
As evidence of relaxation I submit a random sample of said debauchery: