Our Vacation

Screw you Sorry if you think this post is random, but this is all I've got on a Monday.

(There's pictures!)

We arrived late afternoon. We were so happy to be there! We drank beers on our patio, unpacked our suitcases and headed to the ocean! It was so windy and dark that first day, it even rained a little bit. We couldn't have cared less though, because we weren't freezing our asses off. Finally!

After dipping our toes in the ocean, we headed for dinner, which led to nap time (the first of many). We both assumed we'd have a little snooze and then we'd be good to go. We woke up hours later, and it was almost 1 am. So started our vacation tradition. We napped every day. That way we would be ready to socialize and drink all inclusive booze until wee hours of the morning.

Most of our days consisted of me getting up and trying to claim a couple of chairs. (For any of you that have not been at an all inclusive, you basically have to get up early and mark your territory with towels, books, and sunscreen. Every one does it, and if you don't you probably won't have a chair for the day.) Which brings me to the story of the couple from assholeville Spain that stole our chairs and our towels one morning. We get to the pool to find them making out and groping each other all over our towels. They obviously don't know "chair etiquette". PFT. Like I want my towel back after someone rubbed their bum all over it.

(So, instead, I had to bully the front reception staff into giving me two more towel cards.)

On our third night, we made sure to have a good nap to prepare our "thirty something" bodies for a night of drinking and making friends. We got to the outdoor bar and immediately joined in a game of American vs Canadian Tip Cup. (Shut up, we weren't the oldest people to partake in the game.)

Tip Cup led to more drinking and meeting more people. We ended up with a girl from Calgary and a guy from Hamilton. I don't remember their names. The girl was kinda trashy, though, and the guy was just trying to get some of that trashiness. If you catch what I mean. Anycrap, Trailer Park Barbie wanted to go to the disco. Everybody seemed to end up the disco, which was two resorts over, so we decided to check it out. Well, we kinda got lost on the way, and then Christian had to take a detour to hurl in the bushes. He told us to keep going and he'd catch up. ( As if I am going to leave my boyfriend alone in the bushes and follow some strangers.) So I tell them to go, and I stand with him while he heaves.

Him: Honey, you came back for me! I can't believe you came back for me. Aww..you came back to hold my hair.

Once pukey Christian is good to go, we continue our extra long trek and finally find the disco. It's filled with locals and hookers. Great. The Dominican guys would be all over me and Trailer Park Barbie anytime it looked as if we were alone. The place was super sketchy, so we left, after I talked TPB into leaving. She was actually enjoying all the dudes trying to rub up against her.

The rest of the trip we drank at the pool bar during the day, played in the ocean, and stayed away from the disco at night. It was an amazing trip.





We went parasailing on our last day. I'm glad I did it, and I didn't cry even, but I have no desire to ever do it again. Christian and I went together, they made me sit in front. I think I would have been more scared up there alone.



At least, if I was going to crash onto the beach, I had the love of my life to share it with!