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Hey, do you remember that one time in Mexico when you ended up in a thong contest at Senor Frog's and you were totally unprepared on account of your Aunt Flo making a visit At Any Moment so you weren't wearing your cute underwear?
Remember that time?
No?
Must be just me then ...
There I was, shaking my money maker for the crowd and flashing my VS Oatmeal colored bikini panties. Not quite granny panties, but dude, close enough. Of course, me being of a shy and retiring nature (what! I am!) I didn't dip or bend, just danced and flashed my drawers between shots of Blue Hawaii.
Alas! It wasn't enough and I didn't even make the top three. I got booted off the stage in favor of three Girls Gone Wild types. Well, *sniff* I see how you are Mexico. I see.
That was Friday and what a Tequila flavored day THAT turned out to be. Sin and I flew in, had lunch, a nap, and two tequila shots at the hotel bar along with our margaritas. It was an all-inclusive hotel, after all! Couldn't let that go to waste, you know.
For thirty-five US dollars we also got open bar, a table and a waiter at Senor Frogs. And we are girls who can drink just in case you didn't know.
As a result I don't think that me and Senor Cazadores will be visiting each other any time soon. Whoa! Is all I can say. The fact that I could still see is the wonder of the ages.
Sin fell, of course, right on the front steps of the hotel. I caught her just before she hit the floor, but the bellboy had to help me haul her half way to the room. It's a good thing he abandoned us at the half-way mark because Sin proceeded to puke into the little pond outside our room. I mean, really!
Needless to say, Saturday was spent in recovery of Friday. You remember St. Patrick's Day and the wackiness of the Liquid Crack? (Wait, is that still just me again?) Well, Tequila Friday at Senor Frog's was nearly at match because, dude, I woke up still wasted from the night before. We're not talking hangover. We're talking I'm still high from Friday night. It wasn't until after 2pm that the shakes finally hit. Sin didn't actually make it Out Of Bed until 2.30.
Later, we managed to choke down a beer in the name of vacation before we headed out to Christine, but dude. No more open bar and definitely no mas tequila.
Sunday was even crazier! After spending the AM at a Champagne brunch sucking back mimosa's and wrangling ourselves 150.00 for our time, we made it down to Hilo somewheres around 11.30pm and ran into a group of American guys out to have a good time. They bought buckets of Corona All Night! And the best part (besides the cute 24 year-old ex-Tight End) was that they were a Dad and his three sons. And get this, the kids were 19, 22 and 16! Baby Boy was so adorable and I couldn't believe he was hanging with the peeps. SO shy and with that face, I couldn't believe that he's ever had a night quite like that one.
Dad kept reminding him: "Don't tell Mom."
I died laughing and then bought Junior a shot. That shot put him down for the night, pobrecito! They were supposed to be out fishing and yet there they were boozing it up with a couple of strange hot chicks! So funny. Now, that night I definitely drunk myself blind. It didn't help, of course, that I had torn my only pair of contacts!! The five shots Also didn't help. And then there was the cervezas and the tequila shot that I swore never to do again.
What a trip.
There was the requisite time spent lounging by the pool and on the beach. I made friends with the biggest iguana EVER and there is photographic evidence. There's also evidence of the thong contest, but that's strictly PG-13, so you kids don't get to see it.
A time was had, letmetellyou! I got NO work done at all whatsoever and I have no clue what gave me the idea that I would. Although, I did take Angel and the gang dutifully down to the pool every afternoon. I even pretended to take a peek at him and make notes, mostly illegible.
I spent the flight home soundly sleeping and I just may do the same again today. I should go to the gym because somebody's got a bar crawl scheduled for Saturday and I did give the green light on attending.
*sigh* Such is the life I lead.
Remember that time?
No?
Must be just me then ...
There I was, shaking my money maker for the crowd and flashing my VS Oatmeal colored bikini panties. Not quite granny panties, but dude, close enough. Of course, me being of a shy and retiring nature (what! I am!) I didn't dip or bend, just danced and flashed my drawers between shots of Blue Hawaii.
Alas! It wasn't enough and I didn't even make the top three. I got booted off the stage in favor of three Girls Gone Wild types. Well, *sniff* I see how you are Mexico. I see.
That was Friday and what a Tequila flavored day THAT turned out to be. Sin and I flew in, had lunch, a nap, and two tequila shots at the hotel bar along with our margaritas. It was an all-inclusive hotel, after all! Couldn't let that go to waste, you know.
For thirty-five US dollars we also got open bar, a table and a waiter at Senor Frogs. And we are girls who can drink just in case you didn't know.
As a result I don't think that me and Senor Cazadores will be visiting each other any time soon. Whoa! Is all I can say. The fact that I could still see is the wonder of the ages.
Sin fell, of course, right on the front steps of the hotel. I caught her just before she hit the floor, but the bellboy had to help me haul her half way to the room. It's a good thing he abandoned us at the half-way mark because Sin proceeded to puke into the little pond outside our room. I mean, really!
Needless to say, Saturday was spent in recovery of Friday. You remember St. Patrick's Day and the wackiness of the Liquid Crack? (Wait, is that still just me again?) Well, Tequila Friday at Senor Frog's was nearly at match because, dude, I woke up still wasted from the night before. We're not talking hangover. We're talking I'm still high from Friday night. It wasn't until after 2pm that the shakes finally hit. Sin didn't actually make it Out Of Bed until 2.30.
Later, we managed to choke down a beer in the name of vacation before we headed out to Christine, but dude. No more open bar and definitely no mas tequila.
Sunday was even crazier! After spending the AM at a Champagne brunch sucking back mimosa's and wrangling ourselves 150.00 for our time, we made it down to Hilo somewheres around 11.30pm and ran into a group of American guys out to have a good time. They bought buckets of Corona All Night! And the best part (besides the cute 24 year-old ex-Tight End) was that they were a Dad and his three sons. And get this, the kids were 19, 22 and 16! Baby Boy was so adorable and I couldn't believe he was hanging with the peeps. SO shy and with that face, I couldn't believe that he's ever had a night quite like that one.
Dad kept reminding him: "Don't tell Mom."
I died laughing and then bought Junior a shot. That shot put him down for the night, pobrecito! They were supposed to be out fishing and yet there they were boozing it up with a couple of strange hot chicks! So funny. Now, that night I definitely drunk myself blind. It didn't help, of course, that I had torn my only pair of contacts!! The five shots Also didn't help. And then there was the cervezas and the tequila shot that I swore never to do again.
What a trip.
There was the requisite time spent lounging by the pool and on the beach. I made friends with the biggest iguana EVER and there is photographic evidence. There's also evidence of the thong contest, but that's strictly PG-13, so you kids don't get to see it.
A time was had, letmetellyou! I got NO work done at all whatsoever and I have no clue what gave me the idea that I would. Although, I did take Angel and the gang dutifully down to the pool every afternoon. I even pretended to take a peek at him and make notes, mostly illegible.
I spent the flight home soundly sleeping and I just may do the same again today. I should go to the gym because somebody's got a bar crawl scheduled for Saturday and I did give the green light on attending.
*sigh* Such is the life I lead.
