desiringsubject and I moved out of the dreadful (to my tastes) resort hotel of the conference and into an utterly charming and delightful little guest house a couple of minutes from a gorgeous beach and owned by the cutest gay couple, ever. It's awesome. Three cheers for Purple Roofs.
Part of me wants to venture out of San Juan this trip, which involves renting a car and getting to see the rain forest and/or bioluminescent lagoon and/or extra super great beaches. But right now, I kind of just want to do things that involve a nearby beach and foofy drinks. On the other hand, the farther away stuff sounds nifty! I just don't know, but life should always be so full of such difficult decisions.
Later: dancing. And also foofy drinks.