I would have made this entry last night, but the wireless network at my hotel died for some reason. Anyways, I'm here now so let me get to it.
My man Cameron made another big baller move yesterday in St. Martin and this one is HUGE. He and I were looking for Orient Beach to go parasailing and got lost. Through a wild sequence of events, we ended up going to another timeshare presentation (this time at the Oyster Bay resort) and had to pose as half-brothers in hopes of getting a $500 cash prize. Well, this time around, the resort was on point like and arrow and they won us over. When it came time to talk about the money side of things, we realized that it would be too hard for us to handle the required payments when we would be on limited funds at Stanford/Sloan this year. We explained our situation to the assistant sales manager and he came up with a special hookup deal that we couldn't refuse...and each of us ended up buying timeshares. That's right, y'all...your boy is officially "international". I don't need to go into all the details here, but it is definitely a great set-up that we've got. As soon as we signed the paperwork, I looked at Cameron and once again had to say "VA done come up!!!!” I'm on cloud 9 right now. This vacation has become one for the ages. What a way to go out before making that move out to California! It looks like I'll have access to 2000 spots all over the world. I would have NEVER made a move like this if it weren't for the fact that I was about to go to business school. This MBA quest has resulted in a whole lot of life milestones for me so far. I can't wait to see what else is in store for me.
On a sad note, I received word yesterday morning from my sister that one of my uncles passed away after a long series of illnesses that he traced back to his time in the Vietnam War. He'd been sick for a long time, so I'm glad that he's finally going to get some peace. I wish Bush would keep real families like mine in mind before sending off a bunch of other people to Iraq to fight his war. I hope they don't have my uncle's funeral before I can get back to the States...R.I.P. Uncle Preston. *praying*