Ibiza
It’s on!
I managed to find a flight that wasn’t preposterously priced (danke shön, Air Berlin), so I’m leaving Thursday for four days of Spanish cuisine, nude beaches, and electronic music. Granted, none of the above justifies the purchase of a plane ticket on a freelance salary if not for the promise of one-on-one time with my friend Zac, my favorite American on this continent (excluding New York-born Hamlet, that is).
Unfortunately, the doggie will not be brought to the island, so any and all photo shoots will have to proceed minus the bulldog (and the bikini?).
