On the Verge and bringing Sand to the Beach

The final scrolls of DPizM: Post #3

(photo by dpmystic)

Yeah, I thought about it.  And when I didn't think about it, the people around me had no problems reminding me that I was going to a Caribbean Island AND I was bringing non-Caribbean company AND I was going to a wedding (you fill in the blanks).

But my DPwisdoM runs deep: In the past, I've crossed both hemispheres to chill in the midst of major ass that spoke in foreign tongues and dammit, and at the end of the day, I just wanted to sit back, watch the sunset with an English speaking sista that I knew.  You know, share a moment with a friend.

In the past, I've always imagined myself as a different person when I travel.  Yet, every time I arrived at the destination of my travels, I slowly realized that I was/am the same person in Brazil, Mexico, New York, Hawaii (to name a few) that I am in my own exotic land of Oaks.

So I brought some sand.  And why not? I'm on the Verge and I need to use my WGFF on a fly sista anywayz. Plus, it's what I wanted to do and "The Verge" is my world--it's written in the clouds. I made the right decision.   Holla.

Comments

[The Phoenix aka ThatGirlTam]

Ain't nuthin wrong with bringing sand to the beach...we see how well that worked out FOR YOU, right? HAHAHA

[Supa]

Uhhh, as a womanist I take issue with being referred to as "SAND"... lol

(Even though I had some pre-planted sand there myself, but u know..)

'Aint nothing wrong with it. Some folks don't have sand OR a beach. So it's all good!

[Supa]

So wait...one drizzle and the WGFF is busted???