Category: Island Time

Funny how we want so desperately to get to a place we rarely get to the rest of the year – vacation. Escape the rat race. Have the fun we don’t seem to have normally. Finally do something we actually enjoy.

That’s the allure of Margaritaville, where it’s always happy hour – you create it and visit everyday, because you live there. But it comes with a cost. I know. Been there, done that.

Editor’s note: jeff noel’s reference about “finally doing something we actually enjoy” is based on stereotype only.

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Ever have so much fun for so long, it becomes who you are in real life? A state of mind, Margaritaville is also a lifestyle.

Too much of a good thing is wonderful…

Medicating and distractions to get there, isn’t.

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But, like Peter Pan and his shadow, we sometimes get separated. We let our blind ambition erase our intuition.

And try to cram lost months into five or six days.

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If you’re a child, a nano-second. An adult with a job, about a day or two before our return to reality.

Life isn’t fair.

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How often do we worry about saying the right thing to the right person? Not so much when we’re on vacation, far away from home, surrounded by palm trees, sand and sun.

Throw in the Gulf of Mexico and a rainbow, and all bets for political correctness are off.

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