Day 2: Recovery

I suppose it is time for a new entry... always make sure to leave people wanting more - that is the cardinal rule for entertainers such as myself.

So after the applause from the lobby we realize we are hungry. So a quick stop to the breakfast buffet and then to sleep. We slept until about noon, and then spent the whole rest of the day at the swim up bar. One of God's greatest inventions.

We noticed a very tall skinny couple on the plane with us from Phoenix and then they happened to be at the same resort. We tried to keep our eyes on them and know their general whereabouts at all times (which now sounds weird). I'm sure that they were doing the same for us. Our nickname for them was the Skinny Marrieds. I can only imagine what their nickname for us was...

At the pool they would have various games trying to encourage us to do more than just float and drink I guess, but it's going to take more than Sports Trivia to encourage me to put down even the weakest Miami Vice! (Which is a drink! A very pretty mix between a Pina Colada and a Daiquiri.) What did get our attention you ask? A man in a typical dominatrix/wrestling mask and girls bikini bottoms. He ran into the pool area at what seemed a random time to us, and proceeded to slap himself on the buttocks. The assocks. The hamhocks. You get the idea. One can only hope that he is drunk and this is not his normal behavior. :)

This evening we had the most amazing delicious dinner. YUM! But we have to wait for it, because the restaurants are catering to the time share people first and so we head to the ocean for more pictures. The ocean kicked my ass!

So we had to go back to the room to change before dinner, but it was worth it. It's not every day the Pacific kicks your ass, and you see a man in girls bikinis AND you get a delicious dinner!

After dinner we spent the rest of the evening vegging in the room - Girls Gone Mild.