This post previously appeared on Happy by Design.
Hey everyone. Jamie here. I’d just like to caveat this post with…I’m trying, you guys.
Anywho, I don’t know if any of you have noticed, but Lindsay and I are on a hot streak with this #blogtober14 challenge that we started last week. I don’t want to be the one to ruin that, so I’m posting, but I really wanted to make this an amazing visual experience with flashy lights and videos (okay, hopefully no videos from those vacations) and…well, my efforts are going to fall a bit short tonight because my brain is mush and I’ve got about 15 minutes before I pass out on top of my laptop (and yes, for those keeping track, it is only 8:49 and yes I’m an old lady…but mornings are my thing…honestly).
So, today’s blog prompt is what was your best and worst vacations. For me, the best is easy peezy.
Can I get an A? Can I get a C? Can I get an A-P-U-L-C-O? What does that spell? ACAPULCO!
Yes, by far and away my most memorable vacation to date. It was the spring break vacation I’d always wanted and finally got to experience with my closest girlfriends during our senior year of college. You may roll your eyes and envision some clichéd version of college girls going on spring break and all of the horrors that come with it. And I’m here to tell you that yes…we may have been a bit wild and unsafe and thought it okay to get dropped off in the alley of a night club at 2 in the morning (keep it together mom, I’m still alive), but all in all we were a pretty sensible group. The trip was filled with sun, sand, tequila sunrises (so many!), discotecas, crazy hotel antics and more…for a full week! It was great.
Unfortunately, I can’t find a single picture (but my god, I know one of us has the one by the fountain so if you do, send it on to me!), but I will recap a few funnier moments from our trip. Maybe you’ll laugh. Maybe you won’t get it. Just go with it (note: all memories are PG-rated).
You might be in Acapulco if….
- you’ve eaten about 18 hamburgers for free from a stolen all-inclusive wristband
- you’ve doubled your knowledge of spanish simply by watching Mexican Idol for 4 hours
- you refuse to take a cab with five other people for more than three dollars
- the busses look more fun than any club in Wisconsin
- at any time you can look out into the ocean and see two of your friends doing the doggy paddle parallel to the shore
- the butter is weird
Worst-ish vacation? Any traveling done while going through severe morning sickness.
It’s hard for me to pin-point a vacation that I absolutely hated. Maybe it’s just because I look back on even the not-so-great ones and only see the good times. However, I will say that the vacation we took to San Francisco for Jake’s 30th birthday was probably not as well planned as I was thinking at the time. Yes, Jake had turned 30 and I wanted to surprise him with a long weekend trip out to San Francisco. My brother lives there, so we were going to stay at his house during our visit. This was my first time in San Francisco, and Jake hadn’t been there since he was young.
Oh yeah, and did I mention I was eight weeks pregnant at the time? Yeah, I was in full-blown morning sickness mode. It hit around 7am and lasted until about 8pm. So on what should have been a pretty fun trip out to the west coast, all I wanted to do was curl up on my brother’s coach and watch Real Housewives of New Jersey. I tried to suck it up for as much sight-seeing as I could bear, and we got to drive around the city in this little go-kart so that was fun, but I held us back on doing more and didn’t even partake when my brother and all his friends were going out on the town for Halloween. I know, Halloween, too! And I was a lump on a log! It pains me that we didn’t do as much as we could have. So, again, not a complete waste of a trip and definitely not what I would call the “worst” vacation by any stretch of the imagination, but I just wished I was able to suck it up and do more. Ahh well. We’ll go out to San Fran again in the next couple years. I mean, my brother does still live there. It’s a pretty good excuse.
So that’s all for me, folks. I’m dragging my tired keester to bed and I hope you all have a fabulous rest of your week! Tune in tomorrow for Lindsay’s post to see what she’ll write to her future self in ten years. Ciao!