Back to the sunshine state

Next week, I'm winging my way back to Florida (Ft. Lauderdale to be exact) to finish my scuba certification. I'm a bit nervous about the hotel I'm staying in, which is attached to the marina where the dive shop keeps its boat, because it's gotten scathing reviews on Trip Advisor. But I've been in plenty of skeevy marinas and hotels (the motel in Seattle was so bad I slept in my sleeping bag) but I'll tough it out. It's all about the diving, right? The hotel is just for sleeping.

I'm also a tad apprehensive about the diving. I'm not in as good as shape as I'd hoped to be by now (I am, therefore I slack--I'm trying to get better) and I'm really going to have to crank it up a bit if I want to have more endurance in June for Fiji.

Of course, "trying to get better" is a bit relative I suppose. I'm meeting JB tonight for drinks at the Dubliner where he insists we will engage in binge drinking. It's going to have to be some fast binge drinking since the last Camden line train leaves at 7:30ish. I guess if we focus, we can get the job done.