too funny: 3rd night in Cabo

Still in character, we returned to the resort, loaded down with our gifts, treasures for ourselves, and a satisfaction that only comes after making it to the BIG 50! We, the three amigas, waltzed rather clumsily into the lobby, as if we were hoping to disguise who we were to keep the "paparazzi" at bay (in character, pretending to not be who we were, in character) . . . too funny right? You will be happy to know that we managed to keep our identities a secret, warding off any embarrassing photographs, except this one, snapped by Charlotte . . .

what's so funny? keep reading . . .

Anyway . . . the next stop was our friendly resort deli, where you may remember from our arrival story, we found the wonderfully authentic salsa and guacamole. This divine addition to our resort experience had worked out so nicely for us. It was time to restock our fridge and grab a couple bottles of wine. Remember, this was still day two, and we soon realized that we must not be the only resort guests buying wine, as the earlier stock had dwindled dramatically. (at least that was what we told ourselves, knowing that we had probably put a substantial dent in their stash all by ourselves . . . too embarrassing to discuss further, so let's just let this be our little secret, shall we?)

Not much to choose from . . . only helps to broaden
our knowledge base!

Please forgive this interruption in our storyline . . . Why is it that most women and certainly ALL moms, think they can carry ten-times their weight and never ask for assistance? Like a tiny ant carrying a giant crumb back to the anthill. I used to joke that "moms" were more like pack mules, carrying more than they physically should be able to. Any idea where I'm going with this?

So here we are, already loaded down with packages, our cameras, the incidental bag, the chair-hammock, and now we are adding groceries, including wine? (that would be plural) What were we thinking? Once again, we weren't. And also once again, we got "tickled" (as only someone in our generation or older would say) as Samantha practically drops everything she is carrying to rescue her bathing suit top from falling around her ankles. One of the straps had popped, releasing at least one side and throwing both off balance. In order not to have a wardrobe malfunction, Samantha did what any of us would do, saved her dignity at any cost! She managed to keep her top on while gingerly lowering, not dropping, all that she was carrying. We all fell out laughing and one of us didn't make it back to the room in time. (let's just say Charlotte wasn't the only one to wet her pants in this story; hey maybe we should add that to the list of criteria for membership: "must have wet your pants in public at least once" . . . we will definitely have to put that one to a vote, but I'll be happy to push that one through now that I can add that to my list of personal embarrassments or accomplishments, depending on ones point of view.)

Unbelievably, we made it back to room 2053 with nothing broken or missing. Since we had been out for most of the day, we had quite a bit to relive for Anne. Of course we spread out all of our purchases for her to see, and went into great detail about how we ended up with so many treasures. Remember, she stayed behind where it was peaceful and quiet. After a complete rundown of our excursion, we got cleaned up and dressed for dinner. This evening, Anne would join us as we planned to dine at one of the resort restaurants. None of us said a word, but I think we were each thinking, "how can we top last night at Sunset Da Mona Lisa?" It was certainly worth a try!

A little too bumpy for Anne . . . on our way down to the restaurant

Too many choices . . . we finally settled on the somewhat casual outdoor restaurant below the lobby bar. We wandered around until we found a table and soon learned that it was "Happy Hour" which meant that ALL drinks were 2 for the price of 1! Apparently, each bar, restaurant, or pool, within the resort, had their own scheduled happy hour time each day. During that hour or so, ALL drinks were 2 for 1. AND WE WERE JUST FINDING THIS OUT!!! Unbelievable! We ordered and soon, 6 glasses of wine were ceremoniously placed in the middle of this small round table. Samantha and I chose white, Charlotte went with red. Samantha and I were very disappointed in our choice and tried to think what our namesakes would do . . . without hesitation or lingering guilt, we asked that the wine be sent back. As a result of this request, we soon learned what, or rather who, a "sommelier" is. (According to Wikipedia: a sommelier is a wine steward who is a trained and knowledgeable wine professional, commonly working in fine restaurants, who specializes in all aspects of wine service as well as wine and food matching. Who knew?)

Our sommelier's name was Fabio. Fabio came to our table after our waiter tried to defend the honor of the glasses in front of us (at least that is how he acted when we sheepishly said there was something wrong with the wine . . . our namesakes would not have been proud of our mild manner. It wasn't that we didn't like this kind of wine, it tasted like vinegar, which is what happens to a white wine after it has come to the end of its lifespan. Even I know that! Our waiter, rather indignantly, took our white glasses of wine and left. Had we just insulted him by telling him the wine was BAD? Maybe we had violated Mexican culture somehow?) Finally, Fabio entered the picture. It had taken them more than 15 minutes to come to the same conclusion we had, the wine was BAD. He apologized profusely and offered up a premium chardonnay to replace those first ordered. We made peace with our waiter, thanked Fabio and started to enjoy our libations. Charlotte, in the meantime, had waited for us to resolve the issue before drinking her glass(s). Anne said, "this calls for a picture!"

Now that's more like it!

All in all, this day was just as fabulous as the day before. Our trip was half over and for that we were a little sad. We took it easy the rest of the night, taking the second glass we were served back to the room and enjoying our nightly hot tub ritual. Tomorrow was another day; and what we didn't know then was that tomorrow we would forget all about what Carrie's Dad had texted her Day one, upon our arrival . . . "Glad you're there, have fun, be safe, everything in moderation!" . . . at least the part about everything in moderation! . . .

To be continued . . .

A few more photos begging to be shared: