Back in Black and Cancun Adventures
Just as a heads up; I'm sunburned like a motherfucker (I hate you Zan; fuckin' jinxed me DX) and I've been on a plane all damn day and had a three hour layover in North Carolina. (...don't ask me why; we just did and none of the flights were on time) and this is going to be a long ass entry.
...probably ramble filled but hey, what can ya do?
Crappy airports are crappy and yeah; Sekai winds up folding her fingers into complex shape and muttering/mouthing the 9 Syllables in Kuji-in and does the Kuji-kiri too over a sketch of a craptastically done plane for some supernatural superstition that it'll keep her and the aircraft safe from OHSHITDISASTER.
....I'm still typing so, obviously either no one in Hell or Heaven wanted to smite my wise cracking ass or it worked. I'll be positive to myself and say the Kuji-Kombo worked.
Day One:.
HOLYSHIT; HUMID CLIMATE IS HUMID.
Also? Pull out bed on the couch equals the suck. SRSLY. Flat pillows suck ass as well. WAY TO GO MARRIOTT; YA FAIL. 4 Star hotel my ass; they kissed and made up with me by turning me into a sucker for the restaurant's breakfast buffet. This is what yours truly had the three times she ate there during the vacation mornings:
1 Bowl of Miso Soup
1 Bowl of Rice with Salmon and Cod Roe seasoning
3 Pieces of Tamagoyaki
3 Pieces of Mackeral
3 Pieces of Salmon.
Did I have myself a Japanese Breakfast? You bet your asses I did. I cheated though; ate that first before chomping me some churros and fruit though. Tasty food.
To sum up the first day completely....
Expensive Day is Expensive.
Jesus H Fucking Christ on a Pogo Stick Bouncing in Hooters on a Trampoline on a Monday Afternoon; Dad loses a $25 key card and his silver money clip with $100 in it when we get our collective Crittenden Family Asses rolled in the ocean. Big wave was big and sneaky. So we're razzing the hell out of Dad and such, laughing and playing in the ocean (like coming home I tell you; good ocean was goooooood) and all of a sudden; BAM! HOSHIT; there went my bandana. Well, fuckshit, that just sucks. Oh well, I have another one.
.....I shit you not, an hour later and that one gets sacrificed to the Sea God and not even forty five minutes later? BAM, there's another one sucked into the drink.
I'm starting to see a pattern here.
Fine I say, fuck the bandanas 'cause I have two left and sure as shit ain't losing those.
Anyone waiting to see what happens to me next? Yeah, I thought so.
I lost my glasses to the Sea God. Motherfucker's too lazy to freaking get his own pair so, apparently it's my day to sacrifice my belongings for the greater good of the Sea God. I'm nine kinds of Not Fucking Happy and need those things; my eye sight has gotten slightly worse and I'm near-sighted. Makes things such a bitch y'know. I see where this day was going and decide that; hey, it's siesta time up in the room. I gather what's left of my shredded pride and dignity and go up to the hotel and such and take a nice long nap.
Wake up, go out to eat at Bubba Gump Shrimp and came back to find the mother of all surprises out there;
o.o WE HAS A TURTLE ON OUR BEACH. Turtle winds up staying all but 2 nights at the beach with us; yes, comes up every night to the shore and does his thing before scootin' shell back out to sea. Last 2 nights he brought a lady friend and we hads us some turtle porn. Some serious Turtle Sutra goin' on thar peeps. Last night? We had a Turtle Threesome goin' on. Mom and I were impressed.
Oh and Iguana Colada? Fucking heavenly drink.
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Day Two:
Hotel day; swam in the ocean, lost a third bandana that I found in my luggage to the Sea God; it's getting personal now.
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Day Three:
Snorkel trip ftw!
Went out early and had a shitload of fun, snorkeled like a pro (Mom and Dad were impressed) and chased the fish around. It wasn't a trip unless I tried to kill myself somehow/something tried to kill me. This time I was hit head on (literally now) by a rock. I didn't get its name or which one of the fucking things decided to do a drive by and hit me but, I had a bump to show for the wound. Sea God is pushing some very not so nice buttons and I'm really trying to resist the innuendo I'm wanting to throw in here; goddamn Christine Feehan novels I read on the plane on the way home be rottin' mah brainz.
One of the kids who served as the guides made a funny, looked at mom and put his hand up to his forehead like it was a dorsel fin.
Mom flipped her shit the proper way and had the kids damn near drowning themselves they were laughing so damn hard at her. Also; fish are stalkers and really seemed to like my sister and I; goddamn perverts were brushing against us at every turn.....so I chased them and called it even. My sister screamed, I squealed and laughed while trying to chase them and catch 'em. Saw some barracuda eyeballin' mah ring. I said "No, No; No no no, I said No no-" kay too much of that song in my head. Yes, I'm an idiot for chasing the barracuda away from me but, hey, fuck that fish. He's no match for me and my awesome flipper skills of kickassery and ADD goodness. Saw some dolphins at the adventure tour thing; Dad wasn't going to pay $150 per person to play with the dolphins; dammit all anyways and we moved on to the Shark Encounter portion of the bit we were on. Yes people; shark encounter. You could hold the sharks and swim with them.
You bet your asses I went in there and swam/held the sharks.
I has proof and pics so it did happen; SO THERE. They feel really weird; like really really fine sandpaper or leather and they whine. Not audibly but the "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAMN PEOPLE BE HOLDIN US UPS!" half assed flailing/wriggling to get away said they were whining. We left the sharks after picture taking and such and went to see the turtles. One of them eats like our female border collie and scarfs shit down like a fat man in an all you can eat buffet after doing the 30 hour famine. (Yes I know I'm going to hell for that one, just put it on my tab; I have one now) and the other was itty bitty cutie and daintily munched his turtle chow.
Oh and people? NEVER go on a bus in mexico/cancun; Newton rode on those and fucking needed to invent some new laws; for serious. CRAZY DRIVERS ARE CRAZY. 120 MPH minimum.
Day Four:
Shopping day!
.... or not.
My sister passes right the fuck out in the middle of the store. She literally drops in the check out lane and eyes go rolling up in the back of her head.
OHSHIT; REFLEX SAVE!
Dad and I dive and got her dragged over and out of the way, got smelling salts and alcohol on the back of her neck from the security guards. Lesson: DRINK. YOUR. FUCKING. WATER.
Later on in the whole day, we go back shopping and I gets me a shiny for Lyly's birthday.
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Day Five:
Ruins! I'll detail that more later when I'm awake but; got pics and Riloyss was all over the place going "...why are they closed off to me? This is absurd; into any you can get into and make it quick; I have ritual to do."
I have a piece of the ruins though; and that's what counts in her mind because she has this thing about collecting fragments from the ruins.
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Day Six:
Hotel day again. Dinner at a restaurant; saw a crockagator in the background outside. Mom flipped her shit and I ate more than enough for myself, Kira, Sekai, Kagome, Iza and Riloyss combined; I think they had something to do with the shopping too. -.-;
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Day Seven:
Shopping and all that equals a pain in the ass when there's more than one in your damn head. x.x
Kagome, Iza, Riloyss, Kira and Sekai? They're evil when it comes to shopping; none of them can agree on a damn thing. Finally they decided on a necklace I'm wearing; even though they all agree silver isn't as good on me as gold. XD
XD any other details can be asked about; I'll get pics later.
I'm so jetlagged right now. >_<
Oh; I had drinks in Mexico; yes I did.
And Zan? I did a shot of Tequila for you. XD
Lyra? I had a Strawberry Daquiri and Pina Colada on your birthday in your honor.
...probably ramble filled but hey, what can ya do?
Crappy airports are crappy and yeah; Sekai winds up folding her fingers into complex shape and muttering/mouthing the 9 Syllables in Kuji-in and does the Kuji-kiri too over a sketch of a craptastically done plane for some supernatural superstition that it'll keep her and the aircraft safe from OHSHITDISASTER.
....I'm still typing so, obviously either no one in Hell or Heaven wanted to smite my wise cracking ass or it worked. I'll be positive to myself and say the Kuji-Kombo worked.
Day One:.
HOLYSHIT; HUMID CLIMATE IS HUMID.
Also? Pull out bed on the couch equals the suck. SRSLY. Flat pillows suck ass as well. WAY TO GO MARRIOTT; YA FAIL. 4 Star hotel my ass; they kissed and made up with me by turning me into a sucker for the restaurant's breakfast buffet. This is what yours truly had the three times she ate there during the vacation mornings:
1 Bowl of Miso Soup
1 Bowl of Rice with Salmon and Cod Roe seasoning
3 Pieces of Tamagoyaki
3 Pieces of Mackeral
3 Pieces of Salmon.
Did I have myself a Japanese Breakfast? You bet your asses I did. I cheated though; ate that first before chomping me some churros and fruit though. Tasty food.
To sum up the first day completely....
Expensive Day is Expensive.
Jesus H Fucking Christ on a Pogo Stick Bouncing in Hooters on a Trampoline on a Monday Afternoon; Dad loses a $25 key card and his silver money clip with $100 in it when we get our collective Crittenden Family Asses rolled in the ocean. Big wave was big and sneaky. So we're razzing the hell out of Dad and such, laughing and playing in the ocean (like coming home I tell you; good ocean was goooooood) and all of a sudden; BAM! HOSHIT; there went my bandana. Well, fuckshit, that just sucks. Oh well, I have another one.
.....I shit you not, an hour later and that one gets sacrificed to the Sea God and not even forty five minutes later? BAM, there's another one sucked into the drink.
I'm starting to see a pattern here.
Fine I say, fuck the bandanas 'cause I have two left and sure as shit ain't losing those.
Anyone waiting to see what happens to me next? Yeah, I thought so.
I lost my glasses to the Sea God. Motherfucker's too lazy to freaking get his own pair so, apparently it's my day to sacrifice my belongings for the greater good of the Sea God. I'm nine kinds of Not Fucking Happy and need those things; my eye sight has gotten slightly worse and I'm near-sighted. Makes things such a bitch y'know. I see where this day was going and decide that; hey, it's siesta time up in the room. I gather what's left of my shredded pride and dignity and go up to the hotel and such and take a nice long nap.
Wake up, go out to eat at Bubba Gump Shrimp and came back to find the mother of all surprises out there;
o.o WE HAS A TURTLE ON OUR BEACH. Turtle winds up staying all but 2 nights at the beach with us; yes, comes up every night to the shore and does his thing before scootin' shell back out to sea. Last 2 nights he brought a lady friend and we hads us some turtle porn. Some serious Turtle Sutra goin' on thar peeps. Last night? We had a Turtle Threesome goin' on. Mom and I were impressed.
Oh and Iguana Colada? Fucking heavenly drink.
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Day Two:
Hotel day; swam in the ocean, lost a third bandana that I found in my luggage to the Sea God; it's getting personal now.
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Day Three:
Snorkel trip ftw!
Went out early and had a shitload of fun, snorkeled like a pro (Mom and Dad were impressed) and chased the fish around. It wasn't a trip unless I tried to kill myself somehow/something tried to kill me. This time I was hit head on (literally now) by a rock. I didn't get its name or which one of the fucking things decided to do a drive by and hit me but, I had a bump to show for the wound. Sea God is pushing some very not so nice buttons and I'm really trying to resist the innuendo I'm wanting to throw in here; goddamn Christine Feehan novels I read on the plane on the way home be rottin' mah brainz.
One of the kids who served as the guides made a funny, looked at mom and put his hand up to his forehead like it was a dorsel fin.
Mom flipped her shit the proper way and had the kids damn near drowning themselves they were laughing so damn hard at her. Also; fish are stalkers and really seemed to like my sister and I; goddamn perverts were brushing against us at every turn.....so I chased them and called it even. My sister screamed, I squealed and laughed while trying to chase them and catch 'em. Saw some barracuda eyeballin' mah ring. I said "No, No; No no no, I said No no-" kay too much of that song in my head. Yes, I'm an idiot for chasing the barracuda away from me but, hey, fuck that fish. He's no match for me and my awesome flipper skills of kickassery and ADD goodness. Saw some dolphins at the adventure tour thing; Dad wasn't going to pay $150 per person to play with the dolphins; dammit all anyways and we moved on to the Shark Encounter portion of the bit we were on. Yes people; shark encounter. You could hold the sharks and swim with them.
You bet your asses I went in there and swam/held the sharks.
I has proof and pics so it did happen; SO THERE. They feel really weird; like really really fine sandpaper or leather and they whine. Not audibly but the "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAMN PEOPLE BE HOLDIN US UPS!" half assed flailing/wriggling to get away said they were whining. We left the sharks after picture taking and such and went to see the turtles. One of them eats like our female border collie and scarfs shit down like a fat man in an all you can eat buffet after doing the 30 hour famine. (Yes I know I'm going to hell for that one, just put it on my tab; I have one now) and the other was itty bitty cutie and daintily munched his turtle chow.
Oh and people? NEVER go on a bus in mexico/cancun; Newton rode on those and fucking needed to invent some new laws; for serious. CRAZY DRIVERS ARE CRAZY. 120 MPH minimum.
Day Four:
Shopping day!
.... or not.
My sister passes right the fuck out in the middle of the store. She literally drops in the check out lane and eyes go rolling up in the back of her head.
OHSHIT; REFLEX SAVE!
Dad and I dive and got her dragged over and out of the way, got smelling salts and alcohol on the back of her neck from the security guards. Lesson: DRINK. YOUR. FUCKING. WATER.
Later on in the whole day, we go back shopping and I gets me a shiny for Lyly's birthday.
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Day Five:
Ruins! I'll detail that more later when I'm awake but; got pics and Riloyss was all over the place going "...why are they closed off to me? This is absurd; into any you can get into and make it quick; I have ritual to do."
I have a piece of the ruins though; and that's what counts in her mind because she has this thing about collecting fragments from the ruins.
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Day Six:
Hotel day again. Dinner at a restaurant; saw a crockagator in the background outside. Mom flipped her shit and I ate more than enough for myself, Kira, Sekai, Kagome, Iza and Riloyss combined; I think they had something to do with the shopping too. -.-;
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Day Seven:
Shopping and all that equals a pain in the ass when there's more than one in your damn head. x.x
Kagome, Iza, Riloyss, Kira and Sekai? They're evil when it comes to shopping; none of them can agree on a damn thing. Finally they decided on a necklace I'm wearing; even though they all agree silver isn't as good on me as gold. XD
XD any other details can be asked about; I'll get pics later.
I'm so jetlagged right now. >_<
Oh; I had drinks in Mexico; yes I did.
And Zan? I did a shot of Tequila for you. XD
Lyra? I had a Strawberry Daquiri and Pina Colada on your birthday in your honor.