Is must be obvious that I am dreading the end of this story; almost like I dreaded the end of the trip! Like finishing a good book, I'm going to miss the characters.
The old saying, "all good things must come to an end" . . . I say WHY? Good things are good, right? Anyway, here we are at the Thursday night BBQ at Pueblo Bonita, Sunset Beach Resort (that's a mouthful) and we're late. We took our time getting ready and didn't know when we bought the tickets from Roberto that there was a beginning and an end to this mexican fiesta! We sauntered in, as our characters surely would, like we owned the joint, only to be reduced to tourists who didn't have a clue what to do or where to go. We figured it out, but for a few fleeting moments we almost bailed. One of the wonderful resort staff took us under his protective wing and guided us to the bar then to the buffet of "picked-over" morsels and finally, to a table. Everyone else was well into the free margaritas and food and for the first time since our arrival we didn't feel like the star attraction. We had to catch up pretty quickly . . . and you guessed it, we did!
The old saying, "all good things must come to an end" . . . I say WHY? Good things are good, right? Anyway, here we are at the Thursday night BBQ at Pueblo Bonita, Sunset Beach Resort (that's a mouthful) and we're late. We took our time getting ready and didn't know when we bought the tickets from Roberto that there was a beginning and an end to this mexican fiesta! We sauntered in, as our characters surely would, like we owned the joint, only to be reduced to tourists who didn't have a clue what to do or where to go. We figured it out, but for a few fleeting moments we almost bailed. One of the wonderful resort staff took us under his protective wing and guided us to the bar then to the buffet of "picked-over" morsels and finally, to a table. Everyone else was well into the free margaritas and food and for the first time since our arrival we didn't feel like the star attraction. We had to catch up pretty quickly . . . and you guessed it, we did!
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| Sultry Charlotte |
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| Sassy Samantha |
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| Moi |
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| See what I mean? Fantastic! |
This wasn't your typical BBQ, this was a huge party by the resort's main pool, with music, dancing, games, contests, balloons and BBQ ribs, unlike any we had tried before. There were families with kids galore, all participating at full speed. We decided to jump in with both feet; this was our last night and we we going out with a bang!
Once the group decided to do that dance where one person starts the procession and the next person moves behind them, holding on to their waist, and then another follows suit, until you have a human train, singing and kicking . . . could that be he name, the train . . . anyway, at that point we were done with the festivities and not interested in becoming the caboose. Fun while it lasted but we were feeling our age and just ready to be peaceful! On to the bar we visited the third night after spending our day in town. Fitting, we thought, to visit for one last 2 for 1 Happy Hour!
We had absolutely NO desire to overindulge this last night! As a matter of fact, we were still a bit shaky from the sunburn, and overindulgence the night before. Nope, our unified plan was to have one glass of wine, take the second back to the room, pack, soak in our hot tub one last time and retire. too funny indeed! (That really was our plan)
Next, picture us perched at the bar, sipping our first glass of wine (not Happy Hour yet) beginning to relax, and slowly becoming obsessed with two unusual bottles positioned directly in front of us. Remember the waiter from our last visit to this bar? He was rushing around like he had been that night and realized we were back. Funny how we didn't think he appreciated us because we sent back the wine, but surprisingly, once he found out it was our last night, he doted on us, even though we were sitting at the bar and not one of his tables. His name was Michael and he seemed fascinated with us, especially Samantha!
Fabio was also roaming around, seemingly in charge. We started asking our new friends about these bottles and were told they held a special Mexican tequila called Azul. One bottle was white and looked like it was ceramic. The other was clear glass, both hand painted and we decided we had to have them. Michael, assured us he could probably locate three empty bottles but it might take a while; in other words we (or at least Sassy Samantha) would have to hang around, altering our early to retire plan, long enough for them to find three bottles.
Enter Greta and Julia from California . . .
We learned quite a bit from these nice young ladies. First, they had been sitting next to me for a while and I hadn't noticed that they were intently interested in us. We would soon find out that they were on their senior trip after just graduating from a high school in Palo Alto, California. Apparently, we were talking about how old we felt and how sad we were that our adventure was coming to an end and Greta, who was sitting closest to me said, "excuse me, are you all really 50? You sure don't act like you are 5o or look like you are 50!" (I'm pretty sure that's a compliment?) We learned that Julia's mom had accompanied them on their trip, but had stayed in the room most of the time. She was our age, at least, and they both wished she had been able to enjoy their trip as much as we looked like we were enjoying ours. We found out that Cabo San Lucas was a favorite and typical destination for many high school graduating seniors from California, to celebrate their freedom, while helping to usher them onto what comes next . . . the legal age to drink alcohol in Mexico is 18, and these two well educated, poised, beautiful young ladies were having the time of their young lives. Amazing that they were interested in us!
Sadly, the time began to fly by. We were genuinely enjoying these two young people when another group of teenagers descended upon us. This group consisted primarily of 18 year old boys. Greta and Julia had met these guys earlier in the week and were happy to see the gang join our little party at the bar. Before we knew it, Fabio was pouring tequila for all of us . . . shots, I should say . . . the kind we haven't done since college . . . the kind where you lick your hand, between your thumb and your pointer finger, pour salt on it, "shoot" or drink the entire shot all at once, then quickly lick the salt off your hand and suck on a wedge of lime. (This was perhaps our lowest moment . . . shooting tequila, in Mexico, with 18 year olds. We are and were, not proud!)
Anyway, these kids thought we were the "coolest" MOMs ever! The young man who bought the round of shots, kissed each of us on the cheek, and then they left, almost as quickly as they entered our little scene. Greta and Julia stayed perched with us until the end.
Remember our plan to have two glasses of wine and call it a night? Well, we were certainly past that limit by now. Once one is where we were at this point, one is back to being bulletproof and everything sounds good and reasonable. (Exactly who were the teenagers?)
If you look closely at the picture above, you may notice those are champagne glasses we are using to toast. Don't worry, we didn't order champagne. No, we were drinking the expensive Azul tequila from the white ceramic bottle that we just had to have. Fabio managed to find one empty clear bottle, but only one. Samantha revealed that she really didn't care whether she got one or not. But Charlotte and I were still determined, so, we decided to buy what was left in the white bottle (of course, the more expensive of the two types) and share with our friends. Apparently, one doesn't "shoot" Azul, one "sips" Azul. Fabio chose champagne glasses to honor the moment and the tequila, and this picture captures that toast forever!
Charlotte and Carrie ended up with the two beautiful, hand painted, Mexican bottles they just had to have! We didn't think about the trip home and how we would pack them until the next day . . . yep, too funny!
Enough for now . . . still more to come . . . inebriated packing, more wine in the room, final hot tub (even Anne partakes) and security comes knocking on room 2053's door . . . too funny!
To be continued . . .
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| Photo pop with one of the entertainers |
Once the group decided to do that dance where one person starts the procession and the next person moves behind them, holding on to their waist, and then another follows suit, until you have a human train, singing and kicking . . . could that be he name, the train . . . anyway, at that point we were done with the festivities and not interested in becoming the caboose. Fun while it lasted but we were feeling our age and just ready to be peaceful! On to the bar we visited the third night after spending our day in town. Fitting, we thought, to visit for one last 2 for 1 Happy Hour!
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| Thursday night BBQ, Pueblo Bonita, Sunset Beach |
We had absolutely NO desire to overindulge this last night! As a matter of fact, we were still a bit shaky from the sunburn, and overindulgence the night before. Nope, our unified plan was to have one glass of wine, take the second back to the room, pack, soak in our hot tub one last time and retire. too funny indeed! (That really was our plan)
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| Samantha ~ Charlotte ~ Carrie |
Next, picture us perched at the bar, sipping our first glass of wine (not Happy Hour yet) beginning to relax, and slowly becoming obsessed with two unusual bottles positioned directly in front of us. Remember the waiter from our last visit to this bar? He was rushing around like he had been that night and realized we were back. Funny how we didn't think he appreciated us because we sent back the wine, but surprisingly, once he found out it was our last night, he doted on us, even though we were sitting at the bar and not one of his tables. His name was Michael and he seemed fascinated with us, especially Samantha!
Fabio was also roaming around, seemingly in charge. We started asking our new friends about these bottles and were told they held a special Mexican tequila called Azul. One bottle was white and looked like it was ceramic. The other was clear glass, both hand painted and we decided we had to have them. Michael, assured us he could probably locate three empty bottles but it might take a while; in other words we (or at least Sassy Samantha) would have to hang around, altering our early to retire plan, long enough for them to find three bottles.
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| Azul tequila |
Enter Greta and Julia from California . . .
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| Greta and Julia |
Not ready for Group Therapy for 32 years, but they are welcome once age eligible!
We learned quite a bit from these nice young ladies. First, they had been sitting next to me for a while and I hadn't noticed that they were intently interested in us. We would soon find out that they were on their senior trip after just graduating from a high school in Palo Alto, California. Apparently, we were talking about how old we felt and how sad we were that our adventure was coming to an end and Greta, who was sitting closest to me said, "excuse me, are you all really 50? You sure don't act like you are 5o or look like you are 50!" (I'm pretty sure that's a compliment?) We learned that Julia's mom had accompanied them on their trip, but had stayed in the room most of the time. She was our age, at least, and they both wished she had been able to enjoy their trip as much as we looked like we were enjoying ours. We found out that Cabo San Lucas was a favorite and typical destination for many high school graduating seniors from California, to celebrate their freedom, while helping to usher them onto what comes next . . . the legal age to drink alcohol in Mexico is 18, and these two well educated, poised, beautiful young ladies were having the time of their young lives. Amazing that they were interested in us!
Sadly, the time began to fly by. We were genuinely enjoying these two young people when another group of teenagers descended upon us. This group consisted primarily of 18 year old boys. Greta and Julia had met these guys earlier in the week and were happy to see the gang join our little party at the bar. Before we knew it, Fabio was pouring tequila for all of us . . . shots, I should say . . . the kind we haven't done since college . . . the kind where you lick your hand, between your thumb and your pointer finger, pour salt on it, "shoot" or drink the entire shot all at once, then quickly lick the salt off your hand and suck on a wedge of lime. (This was perhaps our lowest moment . . . shooting tequila, in Mexico, with 18 year olds. We are and were, not proud!)
Anyway, these kids thought we were the "coolest" MOMs ever! The young man who bought the round of shots, kissed each of us on the cheek, and then they left, almost as quickly as they entered our little scene. Greta and Julia stayed perched with us until the end.
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| The Good Stuff! |
Remember our plan to have two glasses of wine and call it a night? Well, we were certainly past that limit by now. Once one is where we were at this point, one is back to being bulletproof and everything sounds good and reasonable. (Exactly who were the teenagers?)
If you look closely at the picture above, you may notice those are champagne glasses we are using to toast. Don't worry, we didn't order champagne. No, we were drinking the expensive Azul tequila from the white ceramic bottle that we just had to have. Fabio managed to find one empty clear bottle, but only one. Samantha revealed that she really didn't care whether she got one or not. But Charlotte and I were still determined, so, we decided to buy what was left in the white bottle (of course, the more expensive of the two types) and share with our friends. Apparently, one doesn't "shoot" Azul, one "sips" Azul. Fabio chose champagne glasses to honor the moment and the tequila, and this picture captures that toast forever!
Charlotte and Carrie ended up with the two beautiful, hand painted, Mexican bottles they just had to have! We didn't think about the trip home and how we would pack them until the next day . . . yep, too funny!
Enough for now . . . still more to come . . . inebriated packing, more wine in the room, final hot tub (even Anne partakes) and security comes knocking on room 2053's door . . . too funny!
To be continued . . .
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| Just a fun picture as we were leaving for the night . . . |
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