Late Night Latte

I don’t have many ‘guilty’ pleasures. And it’s kind of sad that I count Survivor among them. Not because of the scintillating drama/reality — more because I imagine people from my own life as the survivors.

Ha. Aside from the fact most of us would probably starve rather than kill a chicken or spend hours in a boat hoping a fish jumped in with us, I think the lesbian drama would do us in.

Consider.

Have you ever watched a group of three or more lesbians try to agree on building anything? Let alone shelter from a tropical storm? There’s at least one type A in every group, one that knows it can’t be done because NO ONE is following the directions, and another who’d be too busy trying to figure out what they might be able to ferment for a buzz.

Then, wait for it… competition. I don’t care what the league listings say — there’s no such thing as a ’beer league’ caliber lesbian softball team. Winning ALWAYS matters. On the island, there would be blood. Lots of it.

And then… the hook ups. And re-do hookups as second thoughts come into play. Again. And again. 

Y’know what’s really sick? It’s March, a snow storm (aka WHITE DEATH here in Ky) is bearing down, and the whole shebang sounds kind of appealing. Far better than an extended commute to and from work today and a housebound weekend.

Thoughts on what might make island life even more fun? Please share!