Fun in the sun, Puke in the Pool - Part 1

So on our vacation in the Dominican Republic --prior to the E-coli affecting me, J (aka WH) and I were having fun on the beach. Laying out. Drinking drinks.

There were a lot of topless women about. (No, I was not one of them. And you're welcome. ) Looking at our photos from vacation is like a game of "Where's Waldo." Only Waldo is a set of hooters.

So as J and I are on the beach he says "Man, I have seen more camel toe on this vacation, than I ever cared to."

I reply " Oh, sorry", then adjusted my bathing suit.

J said ." Ha, No, not you. Look at it. It is everywhere. "

Im sorry. I was blinded by all the breasts. Much like the adage " just because they make it in your size, doesnt mean you should wear it."...just because you can go topless, doesnt mean you should.

We met up with some lovely individuals (read: hateful like us) at the Pool bar. Yes, ok, so we spent a decent amount of time at the pool bar with Jose. (Jose the bartender. Not Cuervo) We began critiqing all the topless women. Some were quite nice. Others were mediocre, but brave. Then some were plain scary.

J seemed to have affinity towards taking photos of the hot topless women. Not me. If I held the camera, and something scary was about, it was viewed as a photo opportunity. I wasnt allowed to hold the camera once this was discovered.

Im pleased to say, I didnt throw up on J. However, the same can not be said in reverse. I figured I deserved it, after puking on D last vacation. It was karma I suppose.

Although, during our mutual vomit-fest, J off the balcony ( stop your belly-aching, we were on the ground floor) Me in the hotel room. I tried really hard to make it to the bathroom. Well J stumbled past me. I was cleaning up my "spilled drinks", when J came out of the bath room, slipped on the floor and says " Be careful, its wet there". I didnt have the heart to tell him it was my Amaretto he slipped in.

Then I went and took a nice nap in the shower for about an hour. Or two. After my long refreshing shower nap, I decided to return to the bed for a warmer napping area. In all actuality, the shower was probably warmer. I told J it was as if we were on two different vacations. Tropical island by day. Artic tundra by night. So I bundled up under the light comforter, and pondered setting something on fire just for the heat. Soon the hypothermia set in and I drifted back off to sleep.

As a side note, somehow on vacation I always end up sleeping in the shower. It seems to be a theme. I am a Cancer, which is a water sign, plus sometimes its the only place I can get any friggin peace and quiet. Meh. Whatever.

I will post Part 2 soon.