FRANTIC MENSTRUAL MATHEMATICS. No Reservations, my ass.

So I’m a big Anthony Bourdain fan. I’ve got a whole post about it coming up.

I’m a bigger fan of keeping quiet spots, quiet. So when my honeymoon spot, my beloved Petit St. Vincent, shows up in much-hyped footage of the upcoming NO RESERVATIONS season premiere, you can bet I’m going to freak the fuck out a little bit BECAUSE WE HAVEN’T MADE RESERVATIONS TO RETURN YET.

It’s no reservations, but FOR REAL.

And this place, you kind of already have to reserve your spot a year in advance. ALREADY. There are only 22 cottages on the whole island. It’s a place where people who go, come back. FOREVER. They don’t need flashy ad campaigns to stay in business. They don’t need travel deals on hotels dot fucking com to pimp their rooms and they certainly don’t need ANTHONY FUCKING BOURDAIN to come and show off to the world how very quiet and private the god damn island is.

(Cue to me immediately sending an after-hours e-mail requesting a reservation. I did this after trying to pinpoint exactly where my period will land in nine months. Yep, frantic menstrual mathematics.) DAMMIT, TONY.

5 thoughts on “FRANTIC MENSTRUAL MATHEMATICS. No Reservations, my ass.

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      LOL. At least it was only a short scene. Maybe the world was more interested in the Happy Island than my island.

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