Saturday, February 4, 2012

cayo hueso






toss your intentions aside and follow me as we stumble magic gliding through this island of fantasy, city of wide-eyed bumblefeet from the frozen north colliding with the ships and captains, the bartenders and dancers, the mask wearing card carrying lunatics and the population of those who laugh too hard drink too much pausing never, partying on.


i could call this island home. its pleasant weather, comforting smooth streets, fleet of tall ships and menagerie of characters all worthy of a storybook feel closer to me than anywhere else i've lived. my week has lasted a year.


every corner i turn i find a drunken michiganer willing to dance the rumba, ride the bull and combat shot after shot of tequila. they merge, after a few days, into all one and the same. i adore them in their consistency, their wide-eyed bafflement, their intrigue and ther ability to keep this island alive with their steady stream of dollar bills. they are the masses and they astound me. wait until the end of the night and shock them with your worldliness, your imagination, your parade of music playing hoodlams carrying kazoos and teddy bears yelling ecastatic in our yes, we can get away with this here.



the island is changing, of course, everything is and does and will never stop but it has not ceased to permit wonderment, to continue to host a harbor afloat with a fleet of tall masted sailing ships, to approve of and encourage pirate themed attire and to generally embrace an attitude of frivolous allfornothing levity that i so do admire.


entertaining the notion of boredom in this town is akin to declaring the ocean shallow. it is unfathomable. music leers from every corner, potential conversation rests in every face, hip grinding debauchery two bad decisions away from every moment. you could achieve anything you are capable of desiring here, you are the limit.


use caution. the sea. the booze. the dance. the sun. the booming laughter. they all beckon to you in this island of bones, curling her fingers with a smile on her lips whispering warm nights windows down loosen up lets see where this can take us GO.


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