I thought it would be a good idea to buy rum and Fanta Pineapple for that Caribbean, holiday feeling. You know, a drink so sweet and revolting and ridiculous, it would make my hair stand on end.
Well. We had a few sundowners, on the dunes, watching ducks copulating.
I'm sure we intended on braaing, reading our books and chilling.
Instead we got hammered. By accident. Fuck. And had loud conversations about maths and such. The rum headache this morning, never felt anything like it. Mr 747's beard is getting like his chest hair. It doesn't bovver me as much as I thought it would.
Pirates must be grouchy because of rum imbibation.
It's kiff being on holiday though, really kiff.