Pale But Not A Whale

My wife’s favorite sort of winter vacation involves some place south of the border with a beach and a pool, so that’s where we’ll be going later this month. Our destination this year seems to be quite popular with aged gringo expatriates who are quite fond of their Tecate and Dos Equis. So I’ll be an island of trim pale in a sea of overstuffed leather. And, yes, I’ll be feeling just a little bit smug about it.

To the tune of George Thorogood and The Destroyers’ “I Drink Alone”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpzqQst-Sg8


I ‘screen alone, yeah
With nobody else
I ‘screen alone, yeah
With nobody else
You know why I ‘screen alone
I prefer to be pale myself

Every morning just after breakfast
I don't want no sunburn on me
Just ‘screen and good buddy visor
That's all I ever need
'Cause I ‘screen alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know why I ‘screen alone
I prefer to be pale myself

The other night I laid sleeping
And I woke from a terrible dream
So I caught up with pals on facebook
And read blogs ‘bout cancer scene
And we ‘screen alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know why I ‘screen alone
I prefer to be pale myself

The other day I got invited to pool party
But I stayed dry instead
Just me and my pal UV blocker
And skin doctors’ SPF
And we ‘screened alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know why I ‘screen alone
I prefer to be pale myself

My old tannin’ spree done caught up with me
And it made Black C oh so bad
The only ones who will pale out with me
Are my dear old blog fans
And we ‘screen alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know why I ‘screen alone
I prefer to be older self