Has it come to this? Am I at my nadir now? Could this be the sign I need to change, to break my addiction? Me, driving around Vero Beach at 1:30 am on Christmas night, looking for my fix? Driving into darkened parking lots, down lonely streets, checking and checking for a signal? Looking here, there, everywhere, teased by indications, fooled by phantoms, still hopeful for another hit.
Yes, I have a problem, I have an addiction. I am a WiFi addict.Read More
What is there to do at Christmas time in Vero Beach? After you’ve recovered from your 26-hour home-flight oddssey, talked with Mom and Dad, caught up with your brothers and sisters, listened to your Grandparent’s same stories and dodged all those “We’re ready for grandkids” comments, where do you go?Read More
My ass is flat. I’m only one third the way to Florida and my ass is already flat. It’s flat from the book I’ve sat on for the last three hours. The book I need to sit at this desk correctly, so I can type like mad during my layover at Charles du Gaulle airport. I’m a WiFi addict, and need my fix.Read More
The night began with the last-minute email from Amy that says there is a par-tay at Cafe Citron, a Latin-themed bar favored by the hotties for its cheap and tasty mojitos. She’s celebrating a promotion and work, and me, happy with a new Geekcorps program contract, am ready to make the night right.
Downstairs, I find Amy and crew on the second drink, mellowing form the daily grind. Think I should catch up quickly, I spy the sangria pitcher pour at the bar and try to get my own sampling. If only!
Every year I wait for it, dream of it, yearn for it, the best house party in the DC metro area. Yeah, better than any that you’ve ever thrown, or even gone to around here, ever. What party could be this good? So hot I’m willing to cross the Potomac on freezing cold nights? That I’ve been known to beg for? Only the Todd Boss Annual Thanksgiving House Party!Read More