We are home from Mexico and darn it if I wish we weren’t lounging on the beach again this morning. Seven of us rented a condo in Rocky Point for the weekend; we spent the better part of four days reveling in gluttony. We ate, we drank, we baked in the sun, we danced, we played Taboo until we were in tears and we even managed to ride a mechanical bull or two. It was a weekend to remember and one of little moderation — making Monday all that more sobering. Ay.
So far, 27 is treating me nicely.