Sunshine On My Shoulders!

Humidity.
Sunshine.
Afternoon rain.
Ridiculous amounts of mosquitoes.
Palm trees.

Those descriptions only narrow my location down to...eh, about half of the United States.

JACKSONVILLE!

Sawgrass Marriott Golf Resort & Spa...so amazing. We leave tomorrow. Thirty minutes past four in the morning, in fact. Ugh. Oh well, the trip is great. My father let me tag along. This is, if you can believe, a 'business trip'. My dad is a band manager for Michael Cavanaugh, a fast-growing, Broadway-starrin', Billy Joel-playin' pianist. The gig hasn't even been preformed yet, so I'm still waiting for the most exciting part of the trip.

I will say, I'm starting to get tired of the hotel television channels....not enough choices to keep my attention. We'd go to the beach, but my dad forgot his swimsuit. The best part is, 'like father, like son', I gorgot mine too. The beach is about a mile from the hotel, and I'll be right on the beach all next week in Destin, Florida (our REAL vacation), so it's not too big of a bummer.

The next time I'll see you, I'll be back home!

Sianarah!