Despite the fact that I'm answering email at the beach and that I'm viewing PowerPoint presentations on the iPad (all while spending loanshark rates on data), I am on vacation.
I am composing this post in the Hilton Barbados busines center, shirtless, wet-bottomed (worry not, just the after-effects of a rare swim), and still feeling the effects of a large Banks draft drunk in the hot happy hour sun.
So...see ya next week with something more profound. And given the pitch we're giving to Virgin and Richard Branson himself on Wednesday, I may have a few salicious stories to tell.
Until then, it's off to munch on some flying fish washed down by Mount Gay rum.
P.S. That's my rib cage sticking out, not a fat wave. I even brought my TRX with me (are you listening Denise?) and have been working out every day. So there!