cold and rainy?

bam!
missed me, huh?
welllll,
an actual day off happened.
really.
and here's the thing:
when we bounced from the woodsly goodness,
there were clouds, and rain,
and see-your-breath coldness,
and a holy sh!tload of nastiness abounding.
then we got to the bridge that bourne named.
or vice versa.
or whatever.
and it was eighty mutha-b!tchin' degrees, ninjas.
that's pretty toasty when you've dressed for
cold, windy, ferocious and atrocious....
flannels aren't exactly made for the
somehow still-somewhat-summer season.
i'm just sayin'.
sweaty times for your face.
incorrectly packed is how we doo-doo it,
when we bring the vacation thunder.
by the time we crossed the channel,
and got off the raging, windswept whitecaps,
the cucch was waiting to pick us up
and start our big mutha-'ucking funtimes.
me and my ace homeboy,
and my peoples,
all at once,
same place and time,
like worthy warriors of atlantic hottness.
i think it showed.
especially with the amount of stares we garnered...
that's probably why, without requesting it,
we stayed in room 11.
for reals, kids.
non-stop fresh dopeness went down:
we saw six lighthouses.
we pet some soon-to-be-chops pigs,
we hung out on a couple farms,
we visited an earth oven bakery,
we walked all over the place.
we made moves.
we made magic.
we martha'd the whole vineyard,
from vineyard haven to aquinna....
and all the cedar shake shingled crackery whitewashed
waterside affluential influences in-between.
plus, we ate too much,
saw a bunch of dead fish from some fishing derby,
watched t.v. which is always a treat,
and had family/friend times from the jump off.
chappaquiddick!
sea shells an' that.
good things.
island living, i'll miss you,
but woodsly goodness,
i'm happy to be home.
it all happened.
really;
never quiet, never soft.....