March 20, 2009
Today is my father’s birthday. He thinks that I forgot his birthday, but I knew it was March 20th; I didn’t know today was March 20th, or that it was Friday. In fact, I’m not sure where I was this morning. It’s so weird when you wake up in Acapulco, because it’s just the prettiest place I’ve ever seen. The Grand Mayan is the best resort I’ve ever been to. I want to ask Dami to come with me to Acapulco one day just because I think he’d like it here, in a quaint two bedroom suite over a beach.