Island Boy

I have been listening to Kenny Chesney's new album, Be As You Are, and it has made me dream of the beach quite a lot lately.

My dream is to have a party on a carribian beach. I would wear my swim suit, a cowboy hat, a large t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and shades. Coolers full of good drinks and food to share with all of the people I enjoy being around. We all have a great time playing in the surf, volleyball, and just living without cares. Once the sun goes down, start a huge bonfire and pull out guitars, steel drums, and percussion and play into the night. After I get tired, (no clocks so we don't know what time it actually is) I take my guitar and a girl (who the girl is doesn't really matter) away to a hammock where we can stare at the stars and I can play. She would fall asleep right next to me like this, and then so would I, guitar still in hand. We would wake up to watch the sun rise, then go back to sleep because we are going to repeat the same thing tomorrow night.

However, this will never happen for one simple reason:

Mosquitos.

Therefore, my dream is shattered, and I shall have to alter it to the pacific, where the water is ten degrees too cold and the waves are five feet bigger. I am crushed.