Anyhow, I’ve decided to share all the “funny” that went on in Jamaica.
It’s amazing how when a bunch of adults get together sans kids – we can become the kids ourselves. All 10 of us played real hard.
Four mornings I went for a run on the beach. I hate running. I find this funny – not sure why. But I got my ass out of bed super early (again – not sure why) and exercised. It was wonderful. The perfect way to start the day. I was pre-burning the alcohol calories I would consume later in the day.
I did Yoga on the beach 2 mornings. Once with The Husband and once with the ladies. It’s hard to do Yoga on the beach – the sand throws off your balance. We had lots of spectators….men in particular strolling by to check out our asses in downward facing dog.
I went kayaking 1 morning. I only did it because it was a calm day. I made sure to ask the water sport guys first if there were sharks. They told me only if I want there to be.
Every day I played pool basketball with the boys. The Husband can’t get over how much better I am at the sport than he is. I was a little competitive to say the least.
A couple of afternoons we played water volleyball. I seriously suck at this…but lots of laughs. M. lost her earring backing one afternoon. So I decided to dive to the bottom of the pool to search for it. Our group gathered around me while the Husband was in the swim bar pool. They joked with him that they were trying to find my bikini bottoms.
The swim-up bar pool was called the “yellow” pool or “pee” pool. I know there are men in there peeing throughout the day. How can someone possibility sit at the bar all day and not pee. Nasty – I didn’t put my face in the water.
The jets in the bathtub were insane. My first bath I sprayed the walls in the bathroom accidentally. Apparently this happened to a couple of the other ladies.
Channel 115 – that’s all I am going to say. EVERYONE on the resort knew about this channel. Loads of laughs.
Press it, mon. This was a common catch phrase used throughout the week by the gang. Others – bang it out, suck it back, tuck it in, tap it out…any 3 word combination and we were in stitches. For outsiders – not so funny but for us…so much laughter. I’m sure the alcohol contributed to this.
I was a backup dancer a couple of nights during karaoke. I spared everyone my terrible singing – instead decided to show my crappy dance moves. In one photo – it actually looks like I ate my baby. Serious vacation bloat!!
We went clubbing a couple of nights. I got my dance on. I even danced on couches and the like. I was shakin’ it. Good fun!
So many stories that I can’t remember all of them. As we were saying our goodbyes in Toronto to the group, we all were planning the next adults only get-away. So much fun to hang out with great people. I can honestly say a great time was had by all.
I came home to learn that my mother spent the day at the hospital with Angel # 1 (that very day we came home). Apparently, she had a massive nose bleed that went on for quite some time. All is well!
I also learned that Angel # 1 surprised my parents one night at dinner. A classmate of her’s had educated Angel # 1 on the meaning of the “F” word. My parents asked her what it meant, thinking it would be something totally out of context. But no. Angel # 1 proceeded to drop the F-Bomb on her grandparents. Thank god they have a sense of humour.
See you Monday!