Thursday, May 1, 2014
Four days off in Martinique
Four days off in Martinique who?
Four days off in Martinique at the very same time that my good friend's husband, a born and bred Martinican?/ Martinese?/ Martini?/ On the rocks?/ Shaken not stirred? (Note: ask Sebastien what exactly his people are called) is there to celebrate his mother's 60th birthday.
That's not a joke. That's just you bragging about an incredible stroke of luck. And if you would just spend 2 seconds googling, you would know that Martiniquais is the preferred answer.
What's that, fictional construct that I created in my head? I can't hear you over this jamming soca music. And hey, since you are over there, could you pass me the sunscreen?