Dedicated to Laura Allen
Laura reminded me that I forgot to include a story from French Polynesia in my “Gather ‘Round” Post. So I’ve one-upped her and just decided to dedicate a post to my observations of Laura in the South Pacific. Enjoy:
– FACES -For those of you who don’t know Laura, she talks with her face. If you’ve known her for over a day, you’ll realize that conversation is not necessary – there are just a couple of basic faces to learn. There’s the “I’m about to say something really mean and gossip about that girl over there” face, which I didn’t capture on film. There’s also the “I’m dismayed” face. See below examples for the latter.
DOORS – I’ve got a pretty bad habit of running into inanimate objects. For some reason, I just expect them to move for me, which could be considered some form of narcissism. Until I met Laura, I had never encountered someone with the same expectations. By the end of the trip, she was sporting several bruises from bedposts. Granted, when you’re staying in a different hotel every night, it’s hard to remember the map of your room. I just had to make sure not to sleepwalk off of my bungalow. Laura, on the otherhand, just forgot how to properly walk back into her bungalow. We had about an hour of free time after checking into the Intercontinental Thalasso, so we decided to go night swimming. After changing, I ran down to Laura’s bungalow, where she was already wading around in the water.
“LET ME IN!” I yelled at her, which, anyone should know, yelling is frowned upon in serene environments like this.
“Okay,” she whisper-yelled back. Her feet patter-patter-pattered against the wooden dock until the loud THUD, which is the sound of a whole body hitting a sliding glass door. “UHHHHH,” she cried out, probably making the same face seen in the above picture. Laura had slammed into the door so hard that we were able to make out the water marks and smudges from the tip of her forehead to the cap of her knee, a new decoration for that particular sliding door. It’s about this point that I realized we’re going to be really good friends.
And because we’re now friends over a mutual disregard for gracefulness, I’d like for you all to love her and check out her brand new blog at www.lauraallentravel.com.
Thanks for your time.
P.S. In Laura’s defense, this is what she really looks like: