Odysseus is Like Me…



So happy “in the drink”…


..but he’s a lot more responsible.  You will recall, from your Lit 101 class, that our man was trying to get home after the Trojan War, pissed off the Gods, and had to suffer a bunch of symbolic trials before he could do so.

Somewhere along the way, he landed on the Island of the Lotus Eaters, where his men went off to the Staniel Cay Yacht Club and did Jager-bombs and JELL-O shots (some of them also turned into pigs, but that’s another trial). I lived on a small island in The Bahamas for the better part of eight years called Staniel Cay.  It IS the Island of the Lotus Eaters – a place so beautiful and decadent, it makes you want to curl up with your head on the lap of a stranger and STAY.

We know what happened to Odysseus and his men – after a short, boozy vacation they packed up their belongings, said goodbye to their summer flings. and LEFT.  The Lotus natives waved from the shore, took another bite of lotus flower, and waited for the next boat to come in. Quite simply, when you live on the Lotus Eaters’ Island, you party ALL THE TIME.

Today I’m not drinking because: I am responsible like Odysseus.

How come you’re not drinking?