2nd
Before the Ambien, with its promise to round away all the rough edges of my jetlag experience, kicks completely in, I’m gonna make a pronouncement. I might make a number of pronouncements in the wake of Julie’s and my wedding and subsequent two weeks in Bali, Indonesia, and those pronouncements may or may not go something like this:
If a bathtub can seat 4 comfortably, is made of marble, has a sufficiently scoped hot water heater that you can fill it up three, four, maybe five times in a row without pausing any longer than the amount of time it takes the thing to drain (twice as fast as my 1/5th capacity home tub), and that tub is outdoors in a tropical paradise where monkeys are swinging around less than 100 feet away, there is apparently a best practice for such bathtubs, and it is to submerge the bathtub into a naturally maintained pond of hundreds of friggin’ Koi fish.
Koi fish keep the important secrets best, at least that’s what they told me.
