Costa Fuckin' Rica
I returned to Baltimore untanned, but thoroughly pleased with my trip. I guess being such a strong advocate for 50spf sunblock has it's advantages and disadvantages.
Our trip began by missing our flight. If you know me, you know I miss just about every important flight, ever - so, instead of being down in the dumps about it, Russell and I started our vacation in the Atlanta airport. We got a room at a local hotel and went from hotel bar back to the airport to pick up a shuttle to a different hotel bar - all night long. We had this plan that we'd look like we were getting off the plane and finding our hotel, but the truth be known, we were trying to track down Delta Pilots and pitch some woo over mai tais near some synthetic waterfall in a Sheraton lobby. Alas, pilots do not seem to spend their time, as we wrongfully suspected, in hotel bars. Instead we met a bunch of strangers and had drinks at midnight to celebrate my birthday.
Upon return to our hotel that evening we wandered into a Pirate party. This is just how it sounds. There were a bunch of young internet,sci fi, renaissance festival loving grown ups dressed in full pirate garb. After getting our photo with the plastic skeleton, Admiral Bones, Russell and I enjoyed some of their ship-shaped cake and Sailor Jerry rum (just in time for my birthday). Each of the captains were so kind to us and told us all about their swashbuckeling fantasies, included among them, was of course the Jenna Jameson Pirate Porn with the Gregorian chants playing behind her! Pirate Porn!? Who knew? So quickly they ejected the Errol Flynn classic to show us Maiden Jameson - all while Sir Anthony instructed us in the appropriate use of cat-o-nine tails from his "portable dungeon" aka rolly suitcase. And, before it could get any stranger, we left - bidding them and their parrots ado, wondering if there could ever be a better way to usher anyone's 25th year!
At the airport, Russell fell asleep while ordering McDonald's. After placing his order he took a quick standing snooze until the woman with his change poked him and he stammered out "Ah, What happened?!"
May 28th, we arrive in Costa Rica - 25 and greeted by the ocean and a free pina colada. Russell had the hotel staff sing happy birthday which was neither to the tune of happy birthday or pronounced like happy birthday. All the wait staff quickly stopped singing when they realized they had no idea what my name was. I blew out my candle and made a wish all the same, even if I was already there and it was already happening.
*There will be more to come about Costa Rican adventures days 2-7 including, but not limited to, volcanoes, spas, hilarious jokes, snorkeling, resort friends, zip lines, drunken exploits, rain forests, mud baths, horsebackriding, and photographs galore.
** Also, I only have 3 more days left of work!
Our trip began by missing our flight. If you know me, you know I miss just about every important flight, ever - so, instead of being down in the dumps about it, Russell and I started our vacation in the Atlanta airport. We got a room at a local hotel and went from hotel bar back to the airport to pick up a shuttle to a different hotel bar - all night long. We had this plan that we'd look like we were getting off the plane and finding our hotel, but the truth be known, we were trying to track down Delta Pilots and pitch some woo over mai tais near some synthetic waterfall in a Sheraton lobby. Alas, pilots do not seem to spend their time, as we wrongfully suspected, in hotel bars. Instead we met a bunch of strangers and had drinks at midnight to celebrate my birthday.
Upon return to our hotel that evening we wandered into a Pirate party. This is just how it sounds. There were a bunch of young internet,sci fi, renaissance festival loving grown ups dressed in full pirate garb. After getting our photo with the plastic skeleton, Admiral Bones, Russell and I enjoyed some of their ship-shaped cake and Sailor Jerry rum (just in time for my birthday). Each of the captains were so kind to us and told us all about their swashbuckeling fantasies, included among them, was of course the Jenna Jameson Pirate Porn with the Gregorian chants playing behind her! Pirate Porn!? Who knew? So quickly they ejected the Errol Flynn classic to show us Maiden Jameson - all while Sir Anthony instructed us in the appropriate use of cat-o-nine tails from his "portable dungeon" aka rolly suitcase. And, before it could get any stranger, we left - bidding them and their parrots ado, wondering if there could ever be a better way to usher anyone's 25th year!
At the airport, Russell fell asleep while ordering McDonald's. After placing his order he took a quick standing snooze until the woman with his change poked him and he stammered out "Ah, What happened?!"
May 28th, we arrive in Costa Rica - 25 and greeted by the ocean and a free pina colada. Russell had the hotel staff sing happy birthday which was neither to the tune of happy birthday or pronounced like happy birthday. All the wait staff quickly stopped singing when they realized they had no idea what my name was. I blew out my candle and made a wish all the same, even if I was already there and it was already happening.
*There will be more to come about Costa Rican adventures days 2-7 including, but not limited to, volcanoes, spas, hilarious jokes, snorkeling, resort friends, zip lines, drunken exploits, rain forests, mud baths, horsebackriding, and photographs galore.
** Also, I only have 3 more days left of work!
posted by j-e-s-s-i-c-a at 1:48 PM
2 Comments:
That is a crazy story. Can't wait to hear how the rest of the vacation went! :)
sweet vacation. maybe i will check out the Atlanta airport.
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