It's a trail to the beach with a view.
Oh man, this is the best. You know how when you're on vacation and you lose track of time? Well, today is Tuesday, not Wednesday. Duh. That means two more days in paradise, not one.
And now I don't have to rush to pick up all those tank tops and shorts and flip-flops and magazines and books and sandy bottles of suntan lotion strewn all over the hotel room and try to squeeze them into my (very fashionable) bag.
Yeah, that's me dancing--with a big grin on my tan face.