…to participate in the Chick Vacation ever again. It seemed as if there was one point at which someone watched me pour the last of the tequila into a tumbler and said “You know, these are the stories that always end up at the beginning of those AA testimonies you see in movies.”
At any rate, I don’t have a ton of time to post because of that whole “real life” thing interfering and all but someone said something about me not having the balls to put up photos of our vacation, to which I said Pshaw! I have no shame! Or a job to lose! Or… like… friends after this little venture!
Here is a photo of Maria and I on the beach at sunset. No, that’s not a drink in my hand. Must be a trick of the light. Why do you ask?
This is a photo of me back at the condo mid-fall. I have no idea where the beach ball came from. In fact I can clearly remember asking my condo-mates “Where’d this beach ball come from?” the next morning and they all turned to me and answered, “I don’t know Steph, where did that beach ball come from?”
This is me being sobered up by being fed bread by my step-cousin-in-law Pam. She was so sober that she decided that people from Colorado speak Spanish and deserve their own subtitles.
There will definitely be more to come later. Remind me to tell you the story of how my hungover carcass ran into my dad’s commander at the airport on our way back to Sacramento. Good times!