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This is the story of how I came to end up on this "blind vacation"
(Warning: this is the long-ish version).
Basically, back in her college days, my mother became best friends with this woman named Marla. They became the best of friends and then each proceeded to have a daughter and son at the exact same time. So their children in turn too became the best of friends until one cursed day Marla's husband said "Hey guys, lets move to Los Angeles!" Now, if you know anything about geography you know that California and Tennessee are nowhere near one another so, eventually, everyone fell out of contact. Until one day my mother called up Marla on a whim, they rediscovered their close friendship after a 10 idle years, said "we should take our daughters to get drunk in Mexico,ya know, as a graduation gift" and the rest... is to come very shortly in the form of a livejournal entry.
P.S. The daughter and I are also the best of friends now and our parents aren't really happy about it because now they'll have to keep sending us back and forth across the country to visit one another. Oh well.