Scottie, I need more power....

Today is day three in the land of sand and sun. We came, we saw, we over indulged. I still have sand in my ears after shower #6. Mental note: Only bury others in the sand.

This Aruba is a great place. Land of eternal sunshine, a slight breeze, the best ocean, temperate climate in the 80's and drinks w/little umbrellas. In the spirit of recycling and non frivolous use of the worlds limited resources, I wonder if the ants could use those umbrellas during a rain storm? It would be difficult to live in a world w/o them - the umbrellas. The ants I can do w/o. Who would even notice, an aardvark on the dark continent?

Back to the important stuff.... this island is a great place. Historically, it clearly demonstrates the total lack of a coherent and advantageous US foreign policy in the late 1800s. If the US didn't have its cranium inserted several inches into the proverbial rectum, they would have abandoned Puerto Rico and colonized this place. The US has an 'icebox' in the north.... this could have been the 'steam room' in the south. Perhaps it is not too late. Maybe I should start an internet rumor that Aruba has WMD. Today I will work on securing my Aruba real estate holdings prior to firing up the rumor mill. This could be one of my best ideas yet...

Funding my future real estate empire I will use the winnings from my Texas Hold'm tournament. Last night I reluctantly entered a tournament. I won. I play again tonight and if I place 1st or 2nd, I will make the money and the final table w/a chance for some serious green. This started out as fun. I really don't think I am that good a player. I was on a table w/some people last night who did this for a living... the serious dudes come from all over the world to enter and try and win this thing. I show up, some casual player from New York w/too much sand in his ears - and I win.... go figure. I had my best face on the entire game - kinda like a cross between really stern and desperately needing to break wind - my poker face. I'll need all the power Scottie can muster for tonight's game. Maybe even a Fulton torpedo and the tractor beam.

The wind, the water and the waves beckon me.... hasta la vista, baby.