Let's go down to the waterline

I'm off! Day after tomorrow. I'll be gone so fast and so far it will make your head spin. Why, you ask, my child? I'll tell you why. I haven't taken a vacation in more than a year and I am really looking forward to the one starting on Wednesday. Here's the lowdown:

Reason: none of your business. Sorry, couldn't help the jibe. :) Sis-in-law is getting engaged.
Where:Vizag.
Why: No, Vi-Zag.
When: Day after tomorrow.
When I am back: Argh, don't spoil the fun by asking when it all gets over.
What is planned: Beachside dinners, boat-parties, some bumming on the beach, and tennis (no, I am serious, I am carrying my raquet. Rohit, the would-be-groom, is my former tennis partner, a hyperactive individual -- he fell in a cauldron as a kid -- and a really sweet person. He has booked rooms for us in the club, supposedly overlooking the courts).
Will it happen: Tennis? I hope so, though I am not really sure. But I am carrying the raquet.
One reason why you shouldn't tell Gina that I plan to play tennis there: None, really, but let's keep this between us, shall we?

So wish me luck. I leave with a heart full of joy and hope, a suitcase full of suits, a briefcase full of briefs, a camera full of film , a tennis raquet, and three novels which I have been meaning to read for the longest time. Hopefully everything will be put to good use.

Meanwhile, be good. Leave some comments. Or money. I like both.