So, we get off the plane, go through customs, head outside and meet our driver.
He starts driving us back to the hotel and a fairly high rate of speed.
A police car turns on its lights, pulls out behind us, and starts to follow us. But he pulls around us and speeds by, pulling someone else over.
Then, he hops out of his car and starts waving his flashlight to pull us over.
Our driver pulls over, hops out of the car and walks to the cop, (wearing, what appears to be an AK-47 around his neck), whose hand he immediately shakes.
They chat for awhile, the driver comes back and gets some papers out of the van and goes back to the cop.
They talk awhile longer.
He comes back to the van, gets his wallet, pulls out some money, goes back, gives it to the cop, hops back in the car and drives away.
The guy sitting in the front of the van asks how much it cost to get us going and the driver says “$50” to which Kim responds, “It’ll cost you $100 to buy my silence!”
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Already shared the screen door story. If you missed it, you can find it here.
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So, on Friday, we were laying on the beach, reading, napping, chatting, whatever.
Suddenly, Michaela says “Hey! Look! A wedding!”
Sure enough, there was a wedding beginning on the closest pier.
So, we watched as the groom made his way to the end of the pier with his witness, and then the bride walked down the aisle to meet him.
Really sweet.
But, wait!
What?
This picture is fuzzy and not really easy to see, but there were three women wearing thongs, standing there watching the wedding.
Hmmm…
Not sure that I would want that in my wedding photos.
Seriously, ladies.
Move along.
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On Saturday night, the Excellence Resort had a Madonna show in their big, open-air theater.
The dancing was phenomenal. We were so impressed.
Okay, Kim, Michaela and I were impressed.
Erin fell asleep during the show.
“Madonna’s” lip-syncing, however?
I realize she was Mexican and didn’t speak English as a first language.
However, if your entire job is to lip-sync Madonna songs, you might want to invest some time in learning the words.
Thank goodness the dancing was totally rocking because watching the singing was like watching a movie where the sound track is way, way off.
Fun to watch, but kinda gave you a headache if you were paying attention.
If you let your eyes go fuzzy and out of focus, however, totally rockin’.
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On the plane on the way home, about 45 minutes before we landed, a line formed for the bathroom.
We were sitting near the back of the plane, so the line was right next to us.
Suddenly, I heard someone say, “Amy?”
I look up and who do I see?
Oh yeah…my OBGYN.
Where did it turn out she was sitting?
Right in front of Kim, who was right across the aisle from me.
Hadn’t seen her the whole flight, but there she was!
Flying home from Cancun, Mexico on a Sunday afternoon and I bump into my OBGYN.
Weird.
Of course, with all the kids I’ve had, I probably paid for her flight, so I guess it makes sense.
LOL. What an experience huh? So funny that you bumped into your OBGYN. Great stories. I’m sure they are even better memories for you. How fun!
Comment by the domestic fringe — April 26, 2012 @ 10:14 am |
Excellent memories! Can’t match ’em! 🙂
Comment by abozza — April 26, 2012 @ 10:47 am |
Those stories are hysterical!
The ladies watching the wedding is pretty funny too.
Peace
Comment by ouractsofkindness — April 26, 2012 @ 10:14 am |
It was something else! All I could think about was our wedding photos, and the fact that there was some woman who no one can identify in many pictures…we think she crashed the reception…although she was dancing with people who were invited. She’s the big mystery of our wedding! 🙂
Comment by abozza — April 26, 2012 @ 10:48 am |
And let’s face it ~ this would be the first test for the groom. If he starting posing with the hotties in thongs at the reception, there might be some challenges in the future (or at least some long frank discussions).
Comment by ouractsofkindness — April 26, 2012 @ 10:51 am
LOLOL!!! Hysterical! (and so right!)
Comment by abozza — April 26, 2012 @ 10:53 am
My mom and I took a train from Denver to Portland, Oregon when I was in high school. We were walking to dinner one night and we passed a little old Mexican lady. My mom goes “Mrs. Martinez?!?” Sure enough my mom knew this woman who was from her tiny home town in Iowa, who she hadn’t seen in decades. Turns out her daughters lived near Portland and she was going from Iowa to see them. It’s weird how those things happen.
Comment by Sarann — April 26, 2012 @ 12:32 pm |
That is so funny! It’s an enormous world, but sometimes, so small!
Comment by abozza — April 26, 2012 @ 12:35 pm |