The Honest Courtesan

Usually, when I take a vacation or business trip, I get behind on my blogging while on the road and catch back up when I return.  But this time, it was the opposite; while Lorelei was sunbathing I actually had plenty of time to work on my blog on the balcony of our room, but when I got back I was so busy with appointments (both new and prebooked) that by Friday I was down to only two columns ahead!  Not that I’m complaining about either, mind you!  It does my OCD good to get a lot of paying work after a week of indolence, and though some of you may think working on my blog while in Puerto Vallarta doesn’t sound like much of a vacation, you’re not looking at the big picture.  I was working on my blog, all right…on a balcony overlooking the ocean, with warm tropical breezes and peppy music wafting over me, and a constant stream of no-extra-charge piña coladas, mai tais and daiquiris on my table.  Don’t worry, I wasn’t drinking constantly while there; most mornings, there was at least an hour between my waking up and drinking my first mimosa at breakfast, and when I got really tied up in my writing I might not notice my glass was empty for an hour or more!  You know, I’m not exactly a fan of Hemingway’s, but maybe he had something with that writing drunk thing.  Of course, Hemingway didn’t actually say that, and I wasn’t actually drunk most of that time (more…relaxed), but the point still stands.  And I’m not writing this drunk; I’m writing it stoned.  So I should probably just leave you with this picture Lorelei took after we had our beachside massages the last full day we were there.