Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Hola Chica

Well friends, I survived my first major trip away from Brody.  We left for our Mexican getaway last Thursday and got home last night.  It was amazing.  Yes, I missed my baby like crazy and constantly wanted to grab his chubby cheeks and kiss him but he was getting quality time in with “Mimi,” my mom, and his Aunt Teri and Aunt Katie.  I know he missed me like crazy too (of course he told me that through coos over the phone) but we all survived and mommy and daddy had an amazing time.

We arrived at the resort around 2pm on Thursday.  We were meeting our friends and luckily, they had just gotten there too so we all checked in and walked down to the pool bar for some celebratory drinks.  They have a four month old son so the four of us decided that in order to truly enjoy our time; we needed to limit the baby talk.  Don’t get me wrong, we are all insanely in love with our sons and definitely missed them but this trip was supposed to be about us as friends and couples.  We needed to enjoy these days without TOO much poop and spit up talk.  As any parent knows, this talk can sometimes consume your daily conversations so we all needed a breather.  We toasted our Dosekis and Skinny Girl Margs (I’m not kidding, they made us skinny girls!) and proceeded to people watch, beach walk, and do absolutely nothing.  It was marvelous.  The first night was pretty low key (and by low key I mean my husband and I meant to go downstairs after a quick sex and shower but ended up laying down to take a quick nap that quickie turned into 10 hours of blissful sleep).  We woke up at 7am the next morning not knowing what was going on.  "SHIT!"  We slept through dinner, drinks, and our first night in Mexico.  You know what that means; night two had to be memorable.

So, I’m sure some of you are thinking…”isn’t spring break right now?  Were there tons of college kids in Mexico?”  Here are your answers.  Yes, it is spring break and yes, there were college kids.  Our resort was not full of them (20 max) but let me tell you, being around them made me feel two things.  One, was I that obnoxious and slutty when I was on spring break in college?  Two, my post baby body looked bangin next to some of those 21 year olds who lived off electric lemonades, beer, and pizza.  Half of these girls looked like they might have been 6 months pregnant or never heard of a lunge.  I’m not saying I look like Gisele but I definitely know the difference between lettuce and a cheeseburger.  These teenyboppers are in for a rude awakening.  I wanted to say, skip the carb hunny and make that next drink and vodka soda but I zipped the lip and enjoyed watching them add calories and look like idiots.  Also, I have never seen so many tattoos.  I’m not hating on tatoos, I have one…just not one that says “Daddy’s Angel” next to a playboy bunny on my lower back.  There was also a white preppy boy who had the polo pony tatooed on his chest.  He seriously looked like he was wearing a white polo in the pool.  Can you imagine hooking up with him and taking off his green or blue polo only to find a permanent pony on underneath??  Have I been out of college for that long or does this sound utterly ridiculous?   

For our second night we were determined to go out.  Not only did we need to erase the loserville that we were in the night before, but it was also our friend Johns birthday.  We decided to venture down to Senor Frogs for the festivities.  When we first got there, it was mostly a family scene.  We ordered our dinner and drinks, watched a little March Madness on the flat screens and took pictures.  When the clock struck 9:15pm, things changed a little.  Party music started poppin and the dinner tables were moved away to create bar stool space and a dance floor.  I couldn’t keep my feet still.  Those two margs had kicked in and I couldn’t control my body.  I was standing there dancing like my life depended on it.  Yes, my husband was dancing a little.  Yes, our friends were swaying to the beat but I was in a full out music video in my own little world.  Then, spring break starts pouring in.  Once again, hoochies.  I am not trying to hate on college girls.  My sister and cousin are college girls but these girls were a different breed.   These girls also had no sense of style.  Flip flops, shorts, and t-shirts to the bar??  I don’t care where you are ladies, let’s at least find a party dress or something other than a spring break T.  As they danced around, some started getting on stage.  I was staring, drawn in by the train wrecks and the lack of rhythm in front of me.  I was trying to recall every spring break I have been on (when actually in college) and wondering if me and my friends looked this stupid.  No way.  Then, I felt someone grab my arm and start pulling me to the front of the restaurant.  Was it my husband looking to relive our college dance sessions?  No no.  It was a Mexican worker pulling me up on stage.  He must have seen me in my private dance studio in the back of the restaurant and thought everyone needed the pleasure of seeing my moves.  I pretended to fight him and then “gave in” and jumped on stage and started dancing.  Seriously…picture this scene.  Eighteen year olds all around me rocking out in Corona tshirts making dirty eyes to guys in the crowd and there I am, watching my friends and husband laugh and clap as I (wearing a party dress and cute wedges I might add) really took the dance party to a new level.  Brody would have thought I was so cool.  My stint on stage didn’t last long but it was amazing.  The rest of our second night continued with more drinks, dancing (mostly with myself and husband) and having a spring breaker tell me (after asking me what school I went to and I explained I was there with my husband and I just had a baby) that he wished his future wife looked just like me after she had a baby.  I can’t lie, it made me feel great.  As we left (we had been there for hours) there was a huge line to get in.  “What time is it??”  I asked.  “11:45.”  Nice.  Did I party like a rock star spring breaker on night two?  Yes, but it was probably just the pre-game for the college crazies. 

Night two was probably the craziest.  The rest of our trip was spent sipping drinks by the pool bar, laying on the beach under cabanas, eating more guacamole than anyone should ever ingest, getting quality time with my husband, and truly relaxing.   We had an amazing time but were definitely ready to get home to see our boy.  When we walked in the door last night, he grabbed at my face and started hugging me.  He felt like he gained five pounds while I was gone.  I cried.  I didn’t realize how much I missed him until I saw him.  I also shed a tear or two knowing that he is never going to meet a respectable girl if these spring breakers are an example of today’s college girls.    

P.S. – my computer is horrible and keeps erasing every picture I try to post!  I am in the process of buying a new computer so please be patient friends, our look will be updated soon!

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