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| *swimsuit not representative of how Steve will look. |
It's just three weeks until the big gay cruise. This means my dietary intake has been reduced to lettuce and dust. Well, and coffee.
I decided to buy one of those "motivational" swimsuits. The type that I'll never really be able to look good wearing, yet I walk by five times a day, as it sits atop my dresser mocking me. "I will let the Caribbean sun see you, Speedo! I will." I just need to eat as if I was Karen Carpenter.
In my food-deprived state, I have realized how unprepared I am for this trip. Other than my Speedo. Last night, I realized the reservation I made for a rental car for Fort Lauderdale was promptly deleted by me. I had zero information in regard to the reservation. Thankfully I had used my credit card points to pay for it, so I called the helpful credit card elves to find it for me. Yay.
If you need me for the next three weeks, I'll be at the gym. I'll be the one with a trail of empty Slim-Fast cans behind me and a glazed-over pre-cruise lack of carbs pallor.
This post originally appeared on Steven Bennet's website Nice to See StevieB. Republished with permission.
