I used to spend half of the year working on a small island off the coast of Rhode Island. It's essentially Never Never Land, and I miss it very much.
I went on a 10,000 mile road trip across America last spring never taking the same road twice all by myself, with only a Donatello action figure to keep me company. I kept a travel journal the entire time and it's now one of my most prized possessions.
I like reading and museums. I'm just as comfortable in swanky cocktail bars sipping a manhattan as I am in a dark dive bar with a shot of bourbon, but I'm exceptionally uncomfortable in "clubs".
I refuse to describe myself as "laid back" or "chill" despite the fact that I have a relatively even keeled demeanor. Something about those descriptors make me think of some douchebag frat boy wearing a polo shirt and a visor at a Dave Matthews concert.