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The FaceApp has a filter that takes 20 years off. It’s making me feel old. At least the filter did a remarkably accurate job, tbh. I wasn’t quite as lean back then, but it’s otherwise spot on.
Brad and Chris each suffered from a massive case of prune hands waiting for the lava flow to cool. Big Island. Big doozy. The Front Desk would hear about this after they got a local recommendation for Hawaiian BBQ. Now where were their flip flops?
Chris wasn’t sure exactly what happened but he knew is left cheek was sore. Or was it the right? Why wouldn’t this pain just go away?!
Ohhh Ouch. There it was again.
Well, that ruled out ‘left.’
Brad and Chris’ neighbor Becky came over to help the boys figure out who was who after an impromptu ‘who wore it best’ competition went to round two. Well, probably three… Or was that the number of margaritas they had? If so, it might be four but likely five. Do shots count? That’s when either Brad or Chris said he thought they both looked like a 10.
The drunken bantor ended abruptly when Becky announced she’d be back in the morning if they still didn’t know who was who. Right now it really didn’t matter.
Becky then boldly poured herself two brimming margaritas, each with a heavy lining of salt at the rim and lushly garnished with fresh cut limes. She bid the two gentleman ‘good evening’ then walked herself out the door stating to the world she was “not apologizing for it!”
Woah. Becky was on it.
Well then, Brad and Chris might actually like her. That was going to be confusing.
As far as Brad knew ‘coral’ was only a color in the touristy areas of Central and South Florida.
Chris wasn’t so sure that was the case. According to the fashion rags coral sightings have been verified throughout Georgia and the Carolinas reaching as far north as Eastern Maryland around that Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel drive toll thingy. That jumbled road whatever it decided to be was an equal nightmare regardless.
Chris went on hypothesizing global warming could bring the coral sightings to the Southern Jersey Shore as soon as next summer, the Hamptons by 2025 and possibly all the way up to P-Town by 2030. The good news, coral would likely remain seasonal or if they were really lucky die from being pegged to a trendy Miami sound with an obvious expiration date.
Brad supported Chris’ predictions adding if they were going to be real about the whole thing they needed to acknowledge it could show show up in NYC on Amanda Lepore as pasties or fringe at any given moment. How many times can one do Tiffany blue?
With that Chris came up with a plan. If Amanda didn’t field this, the two of them could step in and head off coral in Miami or even Palm Springs if it goes rogue. There was no way to plan around anything else. Life was just too random and for whatever reason no one understands the nature of our own behavior of generating trends.
That’s when Chris realized Brad left to follow the very attractive man in the coral speedo into the restroom. Chris quickly followed suit. This yoga and meditation retreat was about to pay out.
