This photo should serve as proof that I survived, that we indeed did visit Margaritaville, and that I am ever so slightly embarrassed by the wicked sunburn lines I got by frying my face whilst also wearing giant sunglasses.
We. Really. Needed. It.
And truly, when you live no more than a two hour plane ride from every spring-breaker's paradise, what in the world is stopping you from GOING, at least once? We've already got plans brewing to go back at the end of the year if we can swing it.
Of course, I brought my sketch book, and I thought you all might like to get a glimpse into the exotic lands of Cancun. Or at least the parts of it we saw anyhow. Which is mostly just the other patrons of the clearly-not-for-Americans resort we stayed at.*
woah. Fiance tried to calm my under-my-breath digs by telling me her face wasn't so pretty. Nice try. I'm pretty sure if I had a body like that no one would ever notice my face because I'd totally wear the same itty-bitty crap she strutted all over the beach.
But then. Then there was her boyfriend. I think Fiance started getting the same type of envy I was having about his body type. Folks, I have to go on record here: He may have been muscular, but whatever he did to work out his pecks was NOT working for me. He looked like he was smuggling oranges under his skin. I couldn't stand it. And thus, I referred to him as the orange smuggler for the duration of our stay.
The second day we were there, we noticed they weren't hanging off of each other in the lovey-dovey way they had the day before. Our activities director informed us that this lack of affection may have had something to do with the Perfect 10 sleeping with someone else at the resort.
I instantly felt cool to be included in the resort gossip. And then I had to sketch them. Toward the end of this sketch the Perfect 10 shot me a REALLY evil glare. So either she figured out I was drawing them, or she thought I was making eyes at her orange-smuggling man. I found the latter option funny considering her alleged lack of loyalty a mere 12 hours earlier.
What do you think about the Perfect 10 when you're at the beach?
I have come to the sad conclusion that I just don't tan.
I am doomed to be a pasty white girl.
Have you ever had a really ridiculous sunburn?
Leave a comment, I need some commiseration here.
I saw this little girl on the last day of our trip. She was playing in the sand on the beach with her grandpa. The beaches of Cancun swarm each day with men wearing backpacks full to the brim with merchandise. They approach the beach patrons and show off their wares; anything from necklaces to cigars to dresses, candies, and I'm pretty sure that one guy was selling fake IDs. Anyway. One of these men, selling beachy necklaces, approached the little girl and her gramps, and asked if she'd like a really cool necklace made of shark teeth.
Without missing a beat, this little one bared he teeth at him and explained that she didn't need one because she already had shark teeth, grr! So the salesman turned to her grandpa, and before he could speak, gramps pulled out a set of dentures and said thanks, but so do I. It was a great way to shut the salesman up, and I was amused.
about to go to prom. On the right, you'll see that I won. You'll also see the smug smile that denotes the five minutes prior to the picture being taken where Fiance noted "You know I can tell you really have lost weight. You look good." Hurrah.
And this is a very
drunk quick sequel to the
basketball sketch, made while out that same night at Senor Frogs. Fiance
tried to make a toast. He succeeded in breaking the beer stein he was
holding. And from that point on the waiters served us in plastic cups.
Here we are outside of Carlos 'n Charlie's. You... if you ever go to Cancun, you should go there for dinner one night. It was a blast, and more reasonably priced than either Margaritaville or Senor Frogs. My favorite part?
The tables are all covered in brown wrapping paper, which the wait staff use to write their names upon and introduce themselves. Of course I loved it because I could draw right on the table.
I added the second bit about dancing right before we left because once Angel saw what I was drawing, he immediately grabbed me, and we danced.
This really unflattering photo is brought to you by my immense surprise at being pulled out to join the dancing, and the fact that about .3 nanoseconds later Angel sat me in a chair, blindfolded me, and gave me a lap-dance for all the patrons of the restaurant to see. Except Fiance. Fiance somehow managed to completely miss that moment with the camera. I'm torn between being thankful and disappointed.
If you ever end up in Carlos 'n Charlie's, take a second to take a peek at their wall of customer compliments next to the bathrooms. Because that sketch is definitely hanging up there now.
And that was Cancun in a nutshell (except the part where we went para-sailing. Pictures aren't back from that camera yet... or that part where Fiance drove a really fancy car, but I didn't want to talk about it here because I know basically nothing about cars and he was too geeked about it for me to muck up the explanation here). Can't wait for where ever our next adventure takes us!
Where was your last adventure? Where's your next one?
*Our resort was a nice one (the Aquamarina Beach) but it is clearly set up for non-American use. The resorts for Americans are all set up to play into the classic spring break paradigm that we all see on MTV, super fancy and everyone speaks perfect English and it's just a whole bunch of drunken debauchery. There wasn't anything within walking distance like restaurants or shopping or attractions. And besides one other group of four guys, we were the only Americans there. But that worked for us, we had a good time, and we got to relax, and the resort staff seemed to really enjoy that we would speak Spanish with them. All in all a super win.