I figured I’d better get this written while I it was still relatively fresh in my mind. This part will cover some other activities as well as goofy conversation.
Fuego!
The resort had theme nights during the week and offered some different types of entertainment for guests. The one we decided to check out were the fire dancers. This was a group of about 6-8 people who basically lit things on fire and then twirled them around themselves and each other. Since I am not about to get up and try it, I give them credit for being able to make a living out of it. However, I have to draw the line at “the band” that went along with the show.
This guy had an electric guitar that he pretended to play while the PA system played some sort of funky music. I’m still not entirely convinced he was singing either, at least not the whole time. It was weird. The group costumes bordered on fetish, which is fine with me. I assume that if you are going to set a hula hoop on fire and then dance with it, you don’t really want to wear something “that tastefully drapes your form”; you want a second skin and preferably something non flammable.
We ended up seeing this group again later when we took a trip to one of the other resorts, which is a nice segue to the next topic…
Rock the Boat!
I don’t like small boats. And by small I mean something smaller than a cruise ship but bigger than a canoe. I have tried to get over this aversion of mine and I have taken ferries to Alcatraz and to the Statue of Liberty. I hated them all. But, I decided to give things another try when we decided to take the ferry across the way to Cozumel for the day. Every night we would look out across the Gulf and see the lights twinkling in the distance. It really didn’t seem so far away. I thought it might be a bit unpleasant, but over quickly enough that I didn’t want to make a big fuss about it….
It took 30 minutes to get to Cozumel. 30 minutes. It was cloudy and windy and the water was choppy. If it had been a one way trip, things would have been manageable. But, once we finally arrived and Baby said she was feeling just as awful as I was we realized a new form of Hell existed and that we still had to make a return trip that night.
Forgetting for a moment about the return trip, we decided to try and make the best of the day. The weather didn’t really cooperate and so we didn’t end up snorkeling as we had planned. We decided to just hang by the pool and drink. ThreeL and Mimi attended a bartender class and learned how to make some fun drinks. Baby and I decided sobriety might be the wiser course for us, at least until we could locate some Dramamine.
Later that afternoon, the hotel provided us with a room where we could shower and change for dinner. They wanted to set a time limit for us of 40 minutes. Yeah, whatever. Still, we tried to stay on time with it. There weren’t enough towels, so we asked for more. What they brought to the room were 2 more bathrobes with the explanation that “they are made out of towel.” Uh-huh. But, being the resourceful girls we are, I think we managed fine. I ended up using a metal serving tray as a mirror since there were NO mirrors in the room except the bathroom.
Dinner was good. They offered a Mexican restaurant and Mimi asked for the special desert that they set on fire. The manager there made paper flowers for us out of napkins. The entertainment for the night was the fire dancers, so we felt pretty good about skipping that one. There was a house band in the lobby and they were pretty good. I loved the fact that the singer was an older lady and that she sang “These Boots are made for Walking.” So we sat there a bit and waited until it was time to head back to the ferry. Baby and I planned our drugs out to the minute so we would be ready for the return trip. The trip home was so much better. Granted, the weather was a bit calmer, but the drugs were fantastic. We even ended up on the same boat as the fire dancers.
Did You Hear That???
One of our sillier things we ended up doing all week was talking about funny movies. If I remember correctly, we started talking about Will Farrell because someone in the group had seen Stranger than Fiction. From there we ended up talking about Talladega Nights and of course, Elf. I love Elf. One of the lines we ended up repeating endlessly over the week was “Did you hear that?” which is a line from the scene where Will Farrell has downed a 2 liter of pop and then burps forever. So there was that, and giving thanks to the little baby nativity Jesus that kept us in stitches.
Who says girl talk is limited to shopping and relationships?
So, this may be it for the Mexico trip rehashing. I’ll leave you with a picture of me and my 4th place finish in the Pineapple decorating contest. Fourth place! Can’t these people appreciate the detail? Do you think its easy giving pineapple eyelashes???
Fuego!
The resort had theme nights during the week and offered some different types of entertainment for guests. The one we decided to check out were the fire dancers. This was a group of about 6-8 people who basically lit things on fire and then twirled them around themselves and each other. Since I am not about to get up and try it, I give them credit for being able to make a living out of it. However, I have to draw the line at “the band” that went along with the show.
This guy had an electric guitar that he pretended to play while the PA system played some sort of funky music. I’m still not entirely convinced he was singing either, at least not the whole time. It was weird. The group costumes bordered on fetish, which is fine with me. I assume that if you are going to set a hula hoop on fire and then dance with it, you don’t really want to wear something “that tastefully drapes your form”; you want a second skin and preferably something non flammable.
We ended up seeing this group again later when we took a trip to one of the other resorts, which is a nice segue to the next topic…
Rock the Boat!
I don’t like small boats. And by small I mean something smaller than a cruise ship but bigger than a canoe. I have tried to get over this aversion of mine and I have taken ferries to Alcatraz and to the Statue of Liberty. I hated them all. But, I decided to give things another try when we decided to take the ferry across the way to Cozumel for the day. Every night we would look out across the Gulf and see the lights twinkling in the distance. It really didn’t seem so far away. I thought it might be a bit unpleasant, but over quickly enough that I didn’t want to make a big fuss about it….
It took 30 minutes to get to Cozumel. 30 minutes. It was cloudy and windy and the water was choppy. If it had been a one way trip, things would have been manageable. But, once we finally arrived and Baby said she was feeling just as awful as I was we realized a new form of Hell existed and that we still had to make a return trip that night.
Forgetting for a moment about the return trip, we decided to try and make the best of the day. The weather didn’t really cooperate and so we didn’t end up snorkeling as we had planned. We decided to just hang by the pool and drink. ThreeL and Mimi attended a bartender class and learned how to make some fun drinks. Baby and I decided sobriety might be the wiser course for us, at least until we could locate some Dramamine.
Later that afternoon, the hotel provided us with a room where we could shower and change for dinner. They wanted to set a time limit for us of 40 minutes. Yeah, whatever. Still, we tried to stay on time with it. There weren’t enough towels, so we asked for more. What they brought to the room were 2 more bathrobes with the explanation that “they are made out of towel.” Uh-huh. But, being the resourceful girls we are, I think we managed fine. I ended up using a metal serving tray as a mirror since there were NO mirrors in the room except the bathroom.
Dinner was good. They offered a Mexican restaurant and Mimi asked for the special desert that they set on fire. The manager there made paper flowers for us out of napkins. The entertainment for the night was the fire dancers, so we felt pretty good about skipping that one. There was a house band in the lobby and they were pretty good. I loved the fact that the singer was an older lady and that she sang “These Boots are made for Walking.” So we sat there a bit and waited until it was time to head back to the ferry. Baby and I planned our drugs out to the minute so we would be ready for the return trip. The trip home was so much better. Granted, the weather was a bit calmer, but the drugs were fantastic. We even ended up on the same boat as the fire dancers.
Did You Hear That???
One of our sillier things we ended up doing all week was talking about funny movies. If I remember correctly, we started talking about Will Farrell because someone in the group had seen Stranger than Fiction. From there we ended up talking about Talladega Nights and of course, Elf. I love Elf. One of the lines we ended up repeating endlessly over the week was “Did you hear that?” which is a line from the scene where Will Farrell has downed a 2 liter of pop and then burps forever. So there was that, and giving thanks to the little baby nativity Jesus that kept us in stitches.
Who says girl talk is limited to shopping and relationships?
So, this may be it for the Mexico trip rehashing. I’ll leave you with a picture of me and my 4th place finish in the Pineapple decorating contest. Fourth place! Can’t these people appreciate the detail? Do you think its easy giving pineapple eyelashes???
Adios!
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