Packing up, Shipping out

Election day. And yes, I did my patriotic duty as an ill-informed, knee-jerk voter, and cast a ballot. Since I'm not into that whole party thing, I decided this year to write-in my favorite comedian of the year for president. I figure it's better to laugh with the president rather than at. So, I voted for Dave Chappelle (Partially, I'm curious if they have to enter it into the public record, e.g. 1 vote for Dave Chappelle. It would be interesting to tally all similar protest votes and find the most creative ones.). In my defense, I took the rest of the ballot seriously, exercising the .000000001 power I hold over this great land (at a cost to me of a few thousand dollars per year and the dark cloud of possible jury duty). But, hey you guys have to live with the election. I'm out of here. I'm playing ex-pat until I go broke. So that entails packing for the next three months, since I leave in five days. I'm not ready. Way not ready. I haven't gotten my "Inspector Oficial del los bikinis" T-Shirt silk-screened, nor my "Besame, soy gringo" T-Shirt. I haven't figured out my "frijoles y arroz" (beans & rice) weight-loss plan and how to parlay it into millions. I am, however, prepared for getting lost in the jungles with my three dollar whistle-compass-thermometer from Walmart. Good old Sam Walton will help me out of the heart of darkness. Ah, enought blogchat. Costa Rica, vengo!!!!!!!!!!!!