This week has been a great one for Le Petit Chic. Katie handpicked some great ladies to fill in for her while she is away and I’m just hoping that I can keep things going and maybe pick up some wonderful new readers in the process (I heart comments). You can always find me hiding out over here.
I initially planned to jot down lots of ideas of what I wanted to post about, write some drafts and be completely ready by the time Thursday morning rolled around. It didn’t happen quite as seamlessly as I had hoped but here I am, and here we go. Anyone who has been reading Katie’s blog for any length of time probably knows that we are friends outside of the blogosphere. I know my husband would agree that making friends becomes harder when you are married and I feel very lucky to have met both Katie and Jon, so I thought that I would reveal the real story of how we all met.
(In true Sophia Petrillo style)
Picture it. St. Lucia. 2006.
Couples could be found finishing breakfast, floating in the pool with umbrella drinks in hand, and relaxing under the cover of the Pavilion while warm air circulates during a light rain. My husband and I had arrived the day before and were excited for our first full day on the island. While we were sitting there, the bar opened, and we got a couple beers even though it was barely 10:00am (one of the many perks at an all-inclusive resort). Two guys in bright yellow and blue sandals staff shirts with the words “Entertainment Staff” on the back approached us and the rest of the guests shouting about a ring toss game that was going to start in just a few minutes. The social butterfly husband of mine immediately signed us up. When the game started we played against three other couples, coming in first or second I think. It’s hard to believe with my competitive nature that I can’t remember what place we got.
So now we were in our element…drinks and games not to mention the fact that we are in paradise. The next game Hubs signed up for was the banana-eating contest. There were about 5 people in the first round and the two fastest eaters would compete again for first place. Mike was pumped and ready to go and when that whistle blew he was filling his face with banana. I don't know how she did it, maybe I missed the magic portion of the show, but she kept up with him. So the two of them were given a few minutes to recover from banana overload and then they were going head to head for first place. But there was a twist for the final round. They were both going to be blindfolded.
The staff member came over to Hubs and tied his blindfold on first and handed him a banana. When he got to Katie he put his fingers up to his mouth and didn’t tie the blindfold on her. Everyone watching quietly laughed, as she wasn’t given a banana either. This was going to be hilarious, my poor husband shoving a banana in his face unaware that he was racing against himself. When the whistle blew he held nothing back, he wasn’t going to be beaten by a girl. Everyone cheered him on like it was the freaking Daytona 500 of banana racing. When he hit halfway he slowed down and by the roaring laughter of what was happening I stopped him before he forced himself into a choking situation. He pulled off the blindfold to see that he was the only one playing this game. He couldn’t hold back his laughter either. Katie came over and patted him on the back and everyone continued to laugh while he cleaned himself up a bit.
We all walked over to get some drinks and Katie’s husband commented on Hubs Penn State t-shirt. He too was a PSU alum and avid football fan, so with that we found some chairs and started to chat about where we were from and what we do.
And the rest of history.
