Part two of my short little series finds us back at Senor Frogs, the sweaty-but-fun club in Cozumel. It happens to be right above Carlos & Charlies, but that is another story. This story might be a little too much for some of you, so be warned now. I can be quite descriptive. (NO - nothing like that. Get your mind out of the gutter!!)
This time we shall talk about our little Mexican beer slinger (MBS), one of the waiters at SF’s. He took quite a fancy to PPP2. Now, PPP2 is a fun one, but not quite as crazy as the rest of us - a little on the more conservative side (but not by much).
We found our high top next to the balcony (mid-May is HOT), and PPP2 sat down in barstool, facing sideways at the table. The rest of us were getting settled and opening the balcony “doors”. We hear a little shriek and spin around and find MBS had mounted PPP2 like a jockey on a racehorse and was giving her a little lap-dance. OMW. The look on her face was priceless. We all shrieked (we are girls, deal with it) and started laughing hysterically. (Unfortunately, we did not have a camera.) I think we got a picture of him and her and the giant frog inside the main entrance, but I can’t be sure. No, I won’t publish it.
Poor PPP2 didn’t know what to do! She was laughing, slightly embarrassed and quite red in the face. She stated that she didn’t know if she needed a cigarette or a very large vat of liquor.
Moral? Beware of MBS’s at humid little clubs in Mexico.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Mexico Memories Part 1
In honor of my almost-here 2nd Annual Mexico Girl Trip, I will tell some wonderful stories from our 1st Annual Mexico Trip. No real names will be used to protect the identities of those involved.
Of course, there are three stories that come to mind immediately. Today I will tell of our Portuguese friend. At least we think he was Portuguese.
Anyhoo, we visited a fun little place called Senor Frogs in Cozumel. It was on the second floor, small, mostly dance floor. And HOT. It was mid-May and beyond humid. And not a lot of ventilation. We claimed high-tops next to the balconies to try and get a little air.
In the course of our Princess Party Pantses fun, and short and inebriated Portuguese guy (PG) decided that he liked my friend, whom we will call PPP1 for the purposes of this story.
PG really wanted to dance with PPP1. He also wanted to get a little too friendly, which was so not going to go over well. After a few stern warnings, PG almost got his face crushed (PPP1 is not a wimp!). He followed us around – he might have had a little too much fun amnesia.
We finally decided to leave. PG did not want us to go. He followed us down to the cab. There were three of us and we were sitting in the back. PG sticks his head in the front window and starts yelling, “I love you. You love me. You want to marry me. We will get married.” And on and on. The two of us were laughing as PPP1 was yelling at the poor Mexican cab driver (who didn’t understand us) to drive. PPP1 didn’t find it very funny at the time, but she does now.
So, if she ever gets desperate, she knows that there is a short little Portuguese guy somewhere that loves her!
Of course, there are three stories that come to mind immediately. Today I will tell of our Portuguese friend. At least we think he was Portuguese.
Anyhoo, we visited a fun little place called Senor Frogs in Cozumel. It was on the second floor, small, mostly dance floor. And HOT. It was mid-May and beyond humid. And not a lot of ventilation. We claimed high-tops next to the balconies to try and get a little air.
In the course of our Princess Party Pantses fun, and short and inebriated Portuguese guy (PG) decided that he liked my friend, whom we will call PPP1 for the purposes of this story.
PG really wanted to dance with PPP1. He also wanted to get a little too friendly, which was so not going to go over well. After a few stern warnings, PG almost got his face crushed (PPP1 is not a wimp!). He followed us around – he might have had a little too much fun amnesia.
We finally decided to leave. PG did not want us to go. He followed us down to the cab. There were three of us and we were sitting in the back. PG sticks his head in the front window and starts yelling, “I love you. You love me. You want to marry me. We will get married.” And on and on. The two of us were laughing as PPP1 was yelling at the poor Mexican cab driver (who didn’t understand us) to drive. PPP1 didn’t find it very funny at the time, but she does now.
So, if she ever gets desperate, she knows that there is a short little Portuguese guy somewhere that loves her!
Friday, February 20, 2009
How Cool!
A couple of years ago, I read an article in People Magazine about Jason Lee. It had a picture of him and his girlfriend at the time, Beth Reisgraf. (I’m still wondering what they were thinking about when they named their son, but I digress.)
I told my mom that I went to school with a Beth Reisgraf. She transferred to Brinley Middle School in the middle of 8th grade, and we sat together in Algebra. She was nice and, as she was very pretty, etc…, was pretty popular in high school. The girl in the picture looked like her, too. Hmmm…
Anyway, so last night I was catching up on the new TNT show “Leverage.” (I was watching it on hulu.com since I just set it up on my Tivo. But, again I digress.) It’s a fun show if you haven’t seen it, and I had only seen bits of it when my mom was watching. The name Beth Reisgraf came up on the screen. I thought that was cool, maybe she had a guest roll or something. So, I’m watching and the blond girl came on the screen. One of the main characters, “Parker”. It was her!
How cool is that? I think it’s pretty awesome that she is doing pretty good as an actress. I don’t expect that she even remembers my existence, but I might send her a note to say “Congrats.”
Although I still can’t get over their son's name….
I told my mom that I went to school with a Beth Reisgraf. She transferred to Brinley Middle School in the middle of 8th grade, and we sat together in Algebra. She was nice and, as she was very pretty, etc…, was pretty popular in high school. The girl in the picture looked like her, too. Hmmm…
Anyway, so last night I was catching up on the new TNT show “Leverage.” (I was watching it on hulu.com since I just set it up on my Tivo. But, again I digress.) It’s a fun show if you haven’t seen it, and I had only seen bits of it when my mom was watching. The name Beth Reisgraf came up on the screen. I thought that was cool, maybe she had a guest roll or something. So, I’m watching and the blond girl came on the screen. One of the main characters, “Parker”. It was her!
How cool is that? I think it’s pretty awesome that she is doing pretty good as an actress. I don’t expect that she even remembers my existence, but I might send her a note to say “Congrats.”
Although I still can’t get over their son's name….
Friday, February 13, 2009
A Single Point of View
No one really knows when or why Valentine’s Day started. There are at least three saints named Valentine (or Valentino) with different stories. It might be named after one that supposedly performed marriages after they had been outlawed. Could be the one Valentine that was killed for helping Christians escape Roman prisons. Or even the one that sent the first “valentine” to himself. (Check our THIS History Channel article).
Whatever the original reason, it was, at some point not too long ago, grabbed by the giant marketing machine and turned into this ridiculous reason to buy stuff. Yes, I do get my kiddos a little (read: cheap) something. But even when I was married, I didn’t “celebrate” it, and not just because it’s a multi-billion dollar (yes - BILLION) industry.
Shouldn’t showing your SO, kids - whoever - that you love them be something you do every day? Guys, shouldn’t you sometimes, just for no reason, do something special for your special? And, ladies, even though guys aren’t usually all schmoopy and sentimental, they do like funny and you can say, “Dude, you’re super special to me” anytime in a fun way!
I guess I don’t really buy into the idea that we’re supposed to pull it all out just one day of the year. Some people even think that, if they do something amazing on Valentine’s Day, the other 354 days of not-so-great will be instantly forgotten.
I don’t have a SO. But, I hope that when I do one day, we’ll love each other enough that we can show it everyday. So for all of you paired-lovey-dovey people, show each other more often. Say “I love you” at least once a day. Listen to each other, rely on one another, and make everyday “Valentine’s Day.” You never know when you won’t have it anymore.
Whatever the original reason, it was, at some point not too long ago, grabbed by the giant marketing machine and turned into this ridiculous reason to buy stuff. Yes, I do get my kiddos a little (read: cheap) something. But even when I was married, I didn’t “celebrate” it, and not just because it’s a multi-billion dollar (yes - BILLION) industry.
Shouldn’t showing your SO, kids - whoever - that you love them be something you do every day? Guys, shouldn’t you sometimes, just for no reason, do something special for your special? And, ladies, even though guys aren’t usually all schmoopy and sentimental, they do like funny and you can say, “Dude, you’re super special to me” anytime in a fun way!
I guess I don’t really buy into the idea that we’re supposed to pull it all out just one day of the year. Some people even think that, if they do something amazing on Valentine’s Day, the other 354 days of not-so-great will be instantly forgotten.
I don’t have a SO. But, I hope that when I do one day, we’ll love each other enough that we can show it everyday. So for all of you paired-lovey-dovey people, show each other more often. Say “I love you” at least once a day. Listen to each other, rely on one another, and make everyday “Valentine’s Day.” You never know when you won’t have it anymore.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Yes, I Do
I am pale. Like Casper. Not as pale as my mom and sister, who are Casper’s albino cousin’s, but just plain Casper pale.
When I was little, I got a little color on me. Granted, I was outside a lot – in Vegas in the summer – but a little less pale naturally. Then I go big, and it all went away. I lived for years in that ghostly palor, wearing pants all the time, never putting on a swimsuit except at night.
Then one day, I discovered Planet Tan. It changed my life.
No longer am I Casper. But, don’t worry, I am not an Oompa Loompa, either. No spray tan. Just good old-fashioned fake UV rays. A nice color.
Now, I wear skirts. I will even put on a swimsuit when the sun is actually out. (Sometimes.) I actually bought a pair of capries. Sundress? I’ll wear that, too!
So, for all of you fellow pale people, there is hope. Come over to the dark side – we have tans.
When I was little, I got a little color on me. Granted, I was outside a lot – in Vegas in the summer – but a little less pale naturally. Then I go big, and it all went away. I lived for years in that ghostly palor, wearing pants all the time, never putting on a swimsuit except at night.
Then one day, I discovered Planet Tan. It changed my life.
No longer am I Casper. But, don’t worry, I am not an Oompa Loompa, either. No spray tan. Just good old-fashioned fake UV rays. A nice color.
Now, I wear skirts. I will even put on a swimsuit when the sun is actually out. (Sometimes.) I actually bought a pair of capries. Sundress? I’ll wear that, too!
So, for all of you fellow pale people, there is hope. Come over to the dark side – we have tans.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Happy Day
So, some good friends of mine got married this past Saturday. It was a beautiful wedding and, as expected, it has gotten my family all into my wedding. The one I’m not having with the guy I have not met.
According to my dad, it’s like collecting the wood to build a house, but not building the house yet. (Anyone? Ya, me neither.) And, yes, I’ve thought about it, too, and I’ve decided that there wouldn’t be a whole lot of tradition in it.
Entertainment? Live band AND karaoke. (Oh, yes, I said karaoke.)
Food? Gourmet burger bar and mac n cheese. (It would be kid friendly wedding, duh, and EVERYONE loves burgers. I’m just saying.) And then cupcakes. Everyone loves cupcakes – with ice cream.
Music? Rock. Maybe I’d walk down the aisle to Pink Floyd. You never know.
I wouldn’t do all of the “traditional” dances. Let’s face it – it’s kind of boring to sit there and watch every possible family combination dance. And, really, can anyone see my dad dancing? Right. And maybe at the end of the ceremony, I would give everyone high-fives on the way out. Like a rock star. My fabulous friend JBell refuses to be in my non-existent wedding because she insists on being my wedding planner. Which is good since that’s what she does, but I think she would have her work cut out for her.
For all of you laughing at me for thinking of this, let me remind you that I am 30 and can do whatever I want. Even think about a wedding that might happen someday. And, hey, if I think about it now, it will be a lot easier whenever it does happen!
Happy Dreaming!!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Say Cheese!
Today was class picture day for MG, and it brought back many memories. Here the two most horrific.
1) HAIR. Don’t you love looking back at your school pictures and marveling at the hair? I was stuck in the perm phase. I also had the most awful short hairdo on the PLANET. A ‘friend’ of my mom’s was a hairdresser, and so my mom had her cut my hair. I hated it. I said so, and got in trouble. I looked like a boy from the back. (I’m still traumatized by that, mother.)
2) GLASSES. I actually think the little horn-rimmed glasses were cool. All of the pictures of my grandparents back in the day have them. They looked quite stylish in the black/white photos. BUT, I was stuck in the BIG glasses phase. Even when they did offer smaller frames, my glasses were too thick to fit in them. Giant glasses. I cringe when I see them.
And of course, when you’re in elementary school, they thought that it would be good to wait until the AFTERNOON to take pictures. So by the time it happened, your amazing hair is tangled and full of grass, glasses are dirty, and someone always had a wound on their face. And they always looked like mug shots! Sit on the stool sideways, look at the camera, smile for 6 hours. SNAP.
My kids pictures turn out much better. The do different poses, take them quickly and, novel idea, do them in the MORNING. I try to make sure their hair is done nicely, but not faddish, cute clothes and, when they start to wear glasses (which they will), take them off!!
Now, go pull out your old school pictures and revel at the sight of them!
1) HAIR. Don’t you love looking back at your school pictures and marveling at the hair? I was stuck in the perm phase. I also had the most awful short hairdo on the PLANET. A ‘friend’ of my mom’s was a hairdresser, and so my mom had her cut my hair. I hated it. I said so, and got in trouble. I looked like a boy from the back. (I’m still traumatized by that, mother.)
2) GLASSES. I actually think the little horn-rimmed glasses were cool. All of the pictures of my grandparents back in the day have them. They looked quite stylish in the black/white photos. BUT, I was stuck in the BIG glasses phase. Even when they did offer smaller frames, my glasses were too thick to fit in them. Giant glasses. I cringe when I see them.
And of course, when you’re in elementary school, they thought that it would be good to wait until the AFTERNOON to take pictures. So by the time it happened, your amazing hair is tangled and full of grass, glasses are dirty, and someone always had a wound on their face. And they always looked like mug shots! Sit on the stool sideways, look at the camera, smile for 6 hours. SNAP.
My kids pictures turn out much better. The do different poses, take them quickly and, novel idea, do them in the MORNING. I try to make sure their hair is done nicely, but not faddish, cute clothes and, when they start to wear glasses (which they will), take them off!!
Now, go pull out your old school pictures and revel at the sight of them!
Monday, February 2, 2009
The Black and Blues
MB has his very first black eye.
They were playing outside, and, per usual, came in crying. (Sobbing, actually, like he was going to keel over at any moment. Quite dramatic.) His was digging his little nails into his face, and didn’t want to move his hand. I guess that helps? And he didn’t want us to look at it, because looking at an ouchie also causes more pain.
MG is standing outside the door yelling something about his bike. So, we are assuming that he fell off of his bike. Of course, he doesn’t want to tell us what happened. I guess that will make it hurt more, too.
They were playing outside, and, per usual, came in crying. (Sobbing, actually, like he was going to keel over at any moment. Quite dramatic.) His was digging his little nails into his face, and didn’t want to move his hand. I guess that helps? And he didn’t want us to look at it, because looking at an ouchie also causes more pain.
MG is standing outside the door yelling something about his bike. So, we are assuming that he fell off of his bike. Of course, he doesn’t want to tell us what happened. I guess that will make it hurt more, too.
My guess? He was riding his back and looking BEHIND him. Have you ever noticed that children are always looking BEHIND them? Like they are going to miss something really important? A couple of hours later, after his bath and jammies, he was walking out his bedroom door and ran into the wall – on the same cheek – because of this very thing.
It’s the funniest thing to watch a cute little munchkin running one way and looking the other way, and then they meet a wall. Or door or person. (Which is not so funny when they are at that perfect height. My friend CK can attest to that.)
So, now my baby boy has passed yet another manly milestone in his life!!
It’s the funniest thing to watch a cute little munchkin running one way and looking the other way, and then they meet a wall. Or door or person. (Which is not so funny when they are at that perfect height. My friend CK can attest to that.)
So, now my baby boy has passed yet another manly milestone in his life!!
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