I was talking to a friend last week, and of course, the conversation meandered to our mutual desperation to go on vacation. Winter is depressing me out man. My friend referred to it as feeling so blahhh. She wants to go to Cuba. I want to go with her.
But we can't always get what we want. At least . . . at least I can drink myself until I dream that I'm on a beach, drinking mojitos and rum.