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Monday, October 21, 2013

Paradise: Day Three

 I forgot to mention that we packed all of our stuff for our five day trip in three carry-ons, one of which wasn't even close to being full.  I was amazed.

Even more amazing?  I realized at the end of our trip that I over-packed.  I used approximately 15% of the items I brought.  The dirty clothes I brought home would have filled half of a grocery sack...most of which were workout clothes.

Beach vacations are awesome, eh?


A few of the morning I woke up before sunrise, ran a few miles on the treadmill at the gym at which point Wilberforce would show up to lift weights with me.

I loved the free weight set they had at the gym.  They looked huge so I felt like a super beast when we did biceps and triceps.  Light weight, baby!
 Funny story about that girl on the treadmill behind me.  When she came in I told Will she was wearing brand new Lululemon shorts and a tank.  I know this because I know what items were just released online, and she would have had just enough time to order those things for them to be shipped to her before she left for Cabo.  Or she just bought them in the store because they're brand new stock.  I'm a Lululemon freak.

W just shook his head at me.  He knows I'm ridiculous.

But then.  I walked by her and looked down.

We have the exact same running shoes.  Exact same.  Ghost 6 Brooks runners.  Same color and everything.  We're, like, the same person.

Oh, and she obviously has the same taste in vacation destinations.

We are twins.

My Marilyn shirt rocks.  W ordered it for me from Drive Clothing.  Workout gear for cool people...and stuff.
That Wilberforce is such a good guy.  Great taste.


We worked it out, ate breakfast at the restaurant, then went back to the room to get dressed for our busy day.

I chose my formal wear swimsuit.  It's formal cause it has sequins on it...very fancy.  I also did my best action pose for Wilberforce.  The only action pose I know is pretend running.  I'm obviously very good at looking mid-stride, eh?


 The Clarks are ready for the pool!
 Oh look.  Facial contortion.  Again.  It's like Turrets for your face.
 I should be medicated.


We spent the morning lounging and swimming.  Sunscreen was applied.  Iced teas were drank.  Books were read.  Sun was soaked up.  Tummies started rumbling, so we dined.
 I asked for extra chicken on my salad.  They gave me a little lettuce with my chicken.  Perfect!
 W had stuffed chicken.  Delicious.  I think we also had guac and chips before this.  I dunno.  The food is a blur of tastiness.
 Our afternoon was busy with more poolside lounging, afternoon cocktails, and a complementary massage at the spa.

Sigh.  I don't know how people manage vacation life.


We got all spiffied up for dinner again.  W is such a good sport with my picture taking requirements.


This is my favorite dress of all times.  It's comfy.  It's full of pretty colors.  It was cheap (hello Target sale?).  
See that balcony behind me?  That's the suite next to us.  A large blonde woman with minimal inhibitions stayed there.
 How do we know this?

Our last night we jumped in our jacuzzi and drank wine, enjoying the sunset and full moon.  The sunset happens to be in the direction of our neighbor's balcony, so of course we were looking over there to watch the sunset.  Suddenly, a naked woman walks onto the balcony, tosses her wet swimsuit on the side of their jacuzzi to dry, then walks back into their suite.

"Was that a large naked woman?"

"Yup."

"Oh."


Our view from our table at our restaurant.  Ours, ours, ours.  All ours.
 The waiter brought us mini caprese salads as a little bite while we waited for our appetizers.  Yum.
 I ordered a Cesar Salad for my appetizer.  Craziest salad I've ever seen.
 Will ordered the Seafood Soup with shrimp, mussels, and something else I can't remember.  It was amazeballs, of course.
Another fabulous day.  I could get used to this.


We figured out that our room had Wi-Fi when we got home from dinner.  I happened to check the weather back home.  Muahahahahahaha.  Sucks to be you, Johnstown.

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