First things first, though. What's the first thing you do in a hotel?
|Jump on things! Get your mind out of the gutter. My kids have always called this activity "mosquito." You stand on one bed and go "muh... skeet...." then as you jump you scream "TOE!" muh skeet toe. Get it?|
|It was a beautiful room with a beautiful view, this vantage point doesn't do it justice.|
|Ah, yes. That's better.|
|It really wasn't shabby at all.|
|Cartwheels down the hall, of course!|
|I kinda like this one sideways. I really want to manually point my own toes, though.|
|Perhaps my favorite thing about this series is that the maid's cart is right there. Did she see us? We weren't quiet by any means. She should have come out and taken a photo of the three of us! How rude.|
|This just so happened to be the very hotel where we had our wedding reception back when dinosaurs roamed the bay.|
We just stayed one night, enjoying a fun evening with our buddies at the hotel next door while hooligans blew up shiny things. We were very smug to wake up by the water on July 4, our westy firmly ensconced in a parking space while the multitudes inched their way west.
I began my Independence the day at the fitness center. I'm not much for the machine work out, but the fridge full of cool towels, the chilled water, the free bananas.. who could complain?
|Here's where I sat on my ass and pedaled while watching Rachel Ray and playing Words with |
Then our friends at the hotel next door came over to OUR hotel, and boy oh boy was there fun to be had with the festivities and the water slides and the body-checking duels over poolside chaise loungers. Much like a cruise ship, the staff were all foreign and gorgeous. Our most quotable line was when the German bingo caller got mad at kids for calling out BINGO without the numbers to back it up. He said: "You can't call bingo you don't have!" (be sure to read that with a German accent). At one point we heard a winner being announced after a hula hoop contest, and when herr bingo put the mic up to ask the winning kid his name, we heard an unmistakably familiar boy introduce himself as Ricardo.
|Well done, Ricardo!|
We finally scored two chairs, and pushed them together to create ass island.*
|See the boys playing chicken? They kept getting in trouble so we had to pretend they weren't ours.|
|*The Isle of Arses|
|And all my favorite knuckleheads were there, running away from my camera.|
I already booked the same room for next year. Who's in?