I realized that in my business of being busy and on-the-go nonstop, I forgot to write about the one exciting thing I have done in recent months, and that was my first “real,” “adult” vacation to Key West, Fla. Now, for my faithful readers, at one point I was talking about going on a cruise with my best friend Candace. However, due to financial and time constraints, we opted for Key West, since we have a mutual friend who lives there, meaning a free place to stay. Free beats a cruise any day of the week. So, after a very long flight, a three-hour car ride from Fort Lauderdale and an obscene amount of Mountain Dew later, Candace and I arrived in Key West for “P.I.C. Vacation ’09.” (Partners in Crime. Candace even made us matching shirts. It was cute.) It was my first adult vacation — my first non-dance related, non-work related, just go-for-yourself vacation. The only problem was, I didn’t know how to vacation.