I love hammocks. They conjure up images of luxury, warm summer days sipping on cocktails and deserted islands (blame Gilligan). When we were in Mexico last year, The Boyfriend and I had a hammock on our "must buy" list. Unfortunately, due to The Boyfriend being hell bent on buying 6 bottles of the local tequila, I ultimately put my tanned foot down and said "no" to the hammock, due to the sheer weight of it. But, I'm still up for a hammock. Would you trade 6 bottles of tequila for a hammock?
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