In high school, it drove my dear friend (and comrade in arms for all things sports) John Gottshall bat shit crazy how late I was to everything.
Heading to the Ale House? At least 15 minutes late.
Tailgating at 2pm? Show up at John’s house at 2:15.
You wanna drive together to skiing senior year of high school? I don’t even remember if I was late or not… I’m just assuming I was.
Well, I’ve been beat. By “Island time” in Fiji. The guy coordinating everything has his watch set 30 minutes behind the actual time. On top of that, everyone is 15-30 minutes behind schedule anyway.
John would have gone crazy. Luckily, I’m well adjusted š
Pictures will land tomorrow. There are some amazing ones!