Making Memories

My husband is full of good ideas. He is also full of shit, but it’s a good balance.
One of his mottos is that when you go on vacation it should be about making memories. Well…my daughter’s Senior Spring Break Trip to Cancun last month was no exception! I had many concerns about spending a week with 16 kids and some of their parents, whom I had never met before, but I can truthfully say that it was one of the best vacations I have ever taken!
As my tan quickly faded…the memories of our trip have continued to live on.

• Having Richardo, the very crabby bartender, calling security on me and another mom. I mean who would have thought not having your wrist band on at an all-inclusive would have been such a big damn deal?! Who in the world could’ve been sporting our yellow aka old-enough-to-indulge-in-libations wristbands? Hmmmm…I wonder?!
• During dinner, getting yelled at by some gentleman who was also on vacation. Really…why are you even concerning yourself with us?! You are on vacation with your wife and friends…have fun! Maybe his wife wasn’t “putting out” and maybe we did drop the F bomb a few times but why were there young children at the restaurant at 10:00 pm? If I were governor (too many skeletons in my closet for that to ever happen) I would ban children from nice restaurants after 7:00 pm.
• Lounging poolside with lovely tropical drinks while listening to Mr. O’Neil’s fantastic jokes.
• The Swing Bar. Enough said about that!
• Having my daughter only remind me twice that this was her Senior Spring Break and not mine. That’s not bad…just two times.
• Lynne and I just trying to keep ourselves out of the Mexican houskow with the constant wristband fiasco! Are you kidding me?! Have you even seen Locked Up Abroad? No thank you!
• Lastly, I will never ever forget our very lively and tequila-filled dinner conversations that resulted in necessary yoga breathing for Marty and many, many laughs by all.

Besides being absolutely giddy about the new friends that met on this vacation, I also realized that it truly is a small, small world. I would never have imagined, while vacationing in Mexico, that I would run into a college roommate who I have not seen for over 20 years and who lives in Atlanta. Imagine…being there at the same exact time and same exact resort. What are the chances? I’m no mathematician but I can only guess that it’s rather slim! It was so good to see her and, Kara, if you are reading this…you look fabulous!
I usually try to post an 80’s song below since that is one of my favorite decades for music but the song below just reminds me too much of our Mexico trip so I couldn’t resist. Turn it up…