So to conclude this wonderful week of guest blogging (really ladies you have done a great job!) I will be telling you a little tale about my trip to Mexico this past August. (Just so you know, it took me 30 minutes to write that-nerves much?)
I'll be honest with ya, I never really wanted to go to Mexico. Mexico was never a "must see" on my travel list. Mexico seemed like a place that college kids went to get some legal drinking done while under the age of 21. Oh and for goodness sakes I could not stand the way the girls on Laguna Beach kept saying how they were going to "Cabo".-Pretentiousness aside, I just never found Mexico alluring. But then a little bird told me about all inclusive resorts. I did some research on these alleged "all inclusive resorts". I actually asked the guy on Expedia if all inclusive really meant free food and alcohol or if it was code for un-limited bread and lemonade-he assured me that it was not code-and I am sure put me on some list for weirdest questions asked. With much planning, I booked a trip to Los Cabos for myself, my boyfriend and 6 of my wonderful friends.
I wish I could say that planning the trip was the extent of my duress in route to Mexico, but alas, it was not. As I walked through security to board the plane I was asked to step aside. This is typical for me, I am a dark skinned Italian that looks a little too ethnic for security.So I obliged, and they began searching my purse and in a moment of horror, they pull out the pepper spray I carry in my purse! I cannot write down here the plethora of expletives that went through my head, but needless to say, I was mentally beating myself up for forgetting to take it out before boarding a freakin' plane!!!!!! Security is so tight you can't even bring on a bottle of water and here I was bringing on PEPPER SPRAY! They put my name on some list, took down my shoe size, counted my fillings and dilated my pupils and then allowed me to get on the plane.
I was frazzled from my little tango with the law en route to Los Cabos but as soon as we reached the resort my worries diminished for the two following reasons:
First of all this was the strip of beach in front of our hotel:
And second (and most importantly), there were FREE alcohol dispensers IN OUR ROOM!
Alcohol and sun went hand in hand for the seven days we were there. You know the drill, fancy drink, soak in pool, sunbathe-repeat. The evenings got a little crazier and often consisted of hanging out in the makeshift dance club at the hotel. One night in particular we went to a Japanese restaurant (which ironically enough, was the best restaurant at the Mexican hotel) and we got a little carried away with the Sake bombs. After sake-ing till we couldn't sake anymore, the group took it poolside to play some poker. My friend Serina and I were not excited by the prospect of card games so we wandered away from the group to make some fun of our own and explore the swim up bar-after hours. What's the harm, the alcohol was free anyway?
That's Serina playing bartender and myself as the loyal patron. After doing our best imitation of law breakers we went to the bathroom to remove our soaked undies and noticed a bride going to the bathroom with the door open while her bridesmaid held up her dress. Even though she was in the process of going to the bathroom, Serina and I made friendly conversation with the blushing bride. As she stood up she said, "Hey, want to come to my wedding?" Serina and I took one look at each other and said "YES!" And just like that, soaking underwear in hand, we went to the reception for a couple we didn't know.
For the next 45 minutes, Serina and I were official wedding crashers. We taught the guests dance moves such as "The Sprinkler", "The Shopping Cart" and "The Fish". As we snapped pictures with the guests and the happy couple we heard whispers of "who are they?" and "Are we related to them?" Serina and I decided to leave them wanting more, so as they served the cake we said our goodbye's and congratulations and returned to our friends with quite a story to tell. Unfortunately I don't have pictures from the wedding, but I am considering doing it again and taking pictures then.
So that is my contribution while our Katie is away-hope you enjoyed! And just remember, there is more where that came from here! Have a wonderful weekend everyone!
P.S. Just for laughs, here is a picture of me getting clobbered by a pathetically small wave and my boyfriend saving my life:
