Eating your weight in tortilla chips, a vat of guacamole, a mound of ceviche and a strong margarita for lunch: the right thing to do.
Touring the city with the perfectly quintessential cup of coffee and a square of fudge from Chocolate Maya: the right thing to do.
Getting a hotel room with a (south facing!) view of the ocean and getting tipsy before dinner on the complimentary bottle of champagne: the right thing to do.
Flying to Santa Barbara to spend a weekend with a friendly internet acquaintance and finding out, oh hells yeah, we’re real live friends: definitely the right thing to do.
Day 41 Nice Thing: While my selection in men sucks hairy goat balls most of the time, I pick some pretty damn good friends.