Cabo San Lucas

A year ago this week, James and I were able to take a vacation without the kids to Cabo San Lucas for a week. We stayed at an all inclusive resort and got to spend time with some of his Aramark buddies. We ate, drank, sunbathed and went on a jet ski expedition. Here is some highlights of the trip.
We went down to Cabo for a week for an Aramark event and extended it out to celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary (yeah, I can't believe it has been five years either!). Checked in to our upgraded room to find that there were, uh how should I say this, very open room amenities. The bathroom had an open wall, so if one wished, they could look out to the ocean while doing their business. It was separated by Japanese shutters that would continuously fly open. In case you are not getting the full picture, there is absolutely NO privacy in the bathroom. Now I know different cultures have different ways to spell R-O-M-A-N-C-E, but sharing all of my business with my husband is not how I planned on sharing our week together. He promised that we would work it out while I prayed harder than I ever prayed before that I would not get Montezuma's revenge! Only my best girlfriends could understand my mortification at this point.

Most of the week we just layed out by the pool, drank, and ate. If you have never seen my in a bathing suit before, my body is a cross of Jessica Alba and Jessica Simpson. If you have seen me in a bathing suit before, if you could please kindly refrain from responding, that would be greatly appreciated! Let's not ignore the fact that I was with a girl who did look like a Victoria Secret model the entire trip. We did end up taking a 2 1/2 hour jet ski tour while we were there. THAT WAS INTERESTING. Now I must say that going jet skiing in Lake Tahoe is quite different from doing it in the Pacific Ocean. We are getting our instructions from the instructor and he said as soon as we got on the jet ski we had to gun it or we would never make it over the 5ft swells that were coming in. Um excuse me? Yeah, that is not going to work for me. Do you have like a large ship to take me out to where the water is calm. Oh, you don't. I see. Well I will be just getting off this jet ski followed by James saying "Get on the damn jet ski". Now if you know me you know how I love X-treme sports just as much as the next guy (for those of you who do not know me as well, this is a complete lie, I can find danger in reading a book), but when I agreed to a jet-ski expedition I thought it was going to be a nice smooth ride. Well I was wrong. My heart is racing, I have the man (not helping my situation by the way) screaming behind us to GUN IT, GUN IT OR YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MAKE IT, James in Tim the Tool Man Taylor driver mode (more power, more power) and I just start praying "Hail Mary full of grace the lord is with thee, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, God d*mn it, I am messing up the prayer, sh*t, I just said the lord's name in vain, mother f*cker, damn, I just said mother f*cker when praying to Mary, this can not be good. OK, anybody up there, if you could please delete those last prayers and just save me from dying in a jet ski accident that would be greatly appreciated" (I swear this was what was going on through my head verbatim). So we go over the swell and land (hard) right side up. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You Lord for listening to my prayers. I promise that I will not say your name in vain except to send out this email. OK, so I don't promise, but I will try really, really hard. So as we are bouncing around, water is getting all over my face and eyes (so glad I brushed my teeth with bottled water), trying not to think of the feces and germs that are spreading over my body I began to realize that I was having fun. My behind took a major beating, but I felt good that I overcame my fear (and for all of you who think that I worry too much about the dangers of Mexico, let me introduce you to my husband who we found out today got a staph infection from the jet ski. Awesome!)
Later on that night, while I was changing for dinner, James caught a glimpse of my behind and literally fell off the bed laughing with tears coming down his face. WHAT, I said. He replied "You have two major bruises on your behind" AWESOME. Nothing like a moral booster to get the night going. Not like I am going to be in a swim suit or anything for the rest of the week! Oh well, I guess I will go have another drink to cover the pain.
The week was great, a well deserved vacation, but it was time to go home and see our babies. We had missed them so much and could not wait to be with them again. That lasted about 5 minutes until they started fighting again and I decided we needed another vacation!