Vacation

 I went away for a few days not thinking it would be such a production or that I would spend as much time working as I did.  That was a great disappointment and extreme disruption to myself and my friends.  I have been pushed to the brink at work and have had to have many sit-downs with Cheech as to whether or not to continue down this particular avenue .  Of course, we tried to discuss this at length, but I had to stop to take some work calls and answer emails...

but blog etiquette is "Thou shalt not *itch" so while I was thoroughly disappointed at these daily meteor showers on my sunny good time, there was an opportunity for me where NO ONE could get to me and I rushed to take it.

I went hang gliding.

heehee it makes me giggle to even type it. Me. I did it.  Well, It was hang gliding but they had an ultralight engine on the back.  Okay it kinda looked like I sat in a lawn chair with a fan behind me; but 2300 feet in the air and then cut the engine to swoop the old light house and then roller coaster down across the Mexican sand dunes and then out over the Arch and across the Sea of Cortez told me it was a little more than that.  My pilot was fantastic and made me so comfortable that I squealed like a little girl at recess; clapping and smiling so hard that my teeth are STILL dry.  We rode tandem so I was even able to float my arms out in a Leonardo DiCaprio moment and truly be "Queen of the World".

if you look closely: no headphones =no engine! Free falling baby!

after the roller coaster tour of the dunes, we jetted back up with the birds.

buzzing "lovers beach" and "land's end" the top water is the Pacific and below us is the Sea of Cortez. Yes I was squealing and clapping.

This was nothing short of amazing and fabulous; all coming from the woman who doesn't like to fly. HA! What an incredible adventure and rush. It made my trip!

As did the sunny 90 degree weather, the infinity pools overlooking the ocean, the fantastic food we had both in the exquisite restaurants and dive bars but since I was with some of the best people on this Earth, it would take more than a few phone calls and emails to totally wreck this marvelous time.

Now for the giggle and point segment:

We went to an upscale new place and were surrounded by "Beautiful people" (just ask em) Chock full of cute little bunnies in Kim Kardashian shoes who stumbled due to the six inch heels and drinks being tossed down as fast as could be on flat little tummies that hadn't seen food since the previous Sunday.  Now, they are adorable little things but when you put on those shoes and wear bippy shirts as dresses so that it is physically impossible to tuck your hair behind your ears and NOT show everyone your fresh Brazilian wax job... you lose a little bit of class.  Actually it zooms out the window faster than a gum wrapper while traveling the Audubon in a convertible. Of course they are seated to our right and are clinking their glasses and loudly "WOO"-ing everything from "It's Saturday" and "We'll be friends forever"  to "I got a straw" and "There's a lemon in my water"

We began to giggle and point and think of things for them to toast: underpants topping the list.  THEN one of them decided she was tired... or uncomfortable or in pants because she put her legs on the bench seat she was parked in, and propped one knee up. WAY up.  Oh yeah, she pulled a Sharon Stone and my husband almost spit his drink and fell out of his chair.  We immediately began to play speed-charades with our friends to share our fantastic new view so as not to bring attention to ourselves. We failed and so I leaned forward to say  "Our view is very different than yours" Of course at this precise moment, the band stopped playing and my voice was the loudest in the room.

"WOO!"

Then to our left was the bachelorette party. The bride to be was in... a napkin while her bridal party wore Tootsie roll wrappers. Very elegant. Lots of clinking but less "Woo"-ing.  The Mother in law must have just had some lip plumping done to go along with her new "ninnies" that were hiked up so high under chin; much higher would have caused hearing impairment.  Anyway, she seemed to be having some difficulty drinking with her new pouty mouth because she needed a lobster bib and lots of napkins.  Thank God for the dress of the bride.  They pulled right off and SHE got more drinks.  The one seated closest to my poor overstimulated husband had a fetish: she insisted on tuning her nipple like a radio dial.  Apparently she was having trouble getting a station.  Cheech would have helped her I'm sure. Opera? Jazz? Latino rhythms?  Nay ~ my man does TALK radio....Anyone got a "porn yeah" for me? YyyyyyEAhhhhhhh.....

And last but not least was the blue moon: no secret there.  A woman of about my age who had been doing shots of tequila at the bar since we had arrived and was now "seated for dinner" which was basically lemons and salt: "WOO!" someone must have made a comment to her about the lack of material to her dress and how short it was.  Whenever the waiters came with more shots, she would reach for the glass and need to tug her dress down.  Anyhow, in her Cuervo haze, she stood up and announced "THIS short" and mooned her friends.  and the restaurant.  The "ladies" to our right toasted her with a loud "WOO"

Our bill came.

"WOO"

then the taxi

"WOO-HOO!"

and at last our lovely balcony with the ocean calming waving good night.

woo.