Vacant. I mean, vacation
◊ At the end of this month, Dean and I will be drinking Long Island iced teas out of pineapples and throwing geckos at tourists.
Yup, we're going to Hawaii. He booked the plane tickets yesterday. We'll be there for two weeks.
Maybe longer, if I decide to go live with the sea turtles.
So if I'm talking to you and it looks like I'm staring fixedly at your forehead and not listening to what you're saying, it's because to my impending-vacation-fevered mind, your head looks like a pineapple and I want to get at the sweet alcohol inside.
Or else I'm pretending you're a sea turtle.