So, I've kinda been in Cancun since Friday avoiding writing a blog about it, largely b/c it's been for the most part uninteresting, beautiful-don't get me wrong, just uninteresting.
Cancun:
Day 1 - All day travel. Arrived at hotel and put stuff down just in time to be starving and ready for dinner (our flight went through lunch but provided no meals and I slept through the whole thing anyway so all I'd eaten all day was possibly something small for breakfast and two airplane sized bags of pretzels). My lack of food all day lead me to eat waaaay too much at Outback Steakhouse (Cancun's become a bit Americanized, good for us though since we knew they have a gluten-free menu there). Spent the rest of the night feeling WAY overstuffed and watched National Treasure causing me to go to bed kinda late.
Day 2 - Breakfast. A little beach time. Got the start of a tan line in under two hours. Quite impressed.
Went to other hotel to get free lunch and suffer through tour of the hotel so we could get the free "advertisement gift" at the end of a free day pass to one of the Palace resorts and 2 free activities for the whole family (picked swimming with dolphins and ATV/speedboating in the jungle). Got to show off my amazing skills of awesomeness by shaking off the hard hitting seller lady in under five minutes, she drug it to ten so her boss wouldn't be pissed. Explained to her the gluten situation and the possibility of severe illness or death if we could not be guaranteed the chefs could prepare the food properly. She tried to push the RCI travel dealy for the rest of the world and explained that since we'd prefer to spend 60% of our time in Mexico this is no good. When prodded to put the exorbitant up-front cost of membership on a credit card I casually explained we never put anything on credit we can't pay off that /month/. Shut up a professional shark-like highly experienced salesperson in under five minutes. Kind of proud.
Went home and ate at the restaurant under the palapa by the beach at our hotel after getting nicely dressed. Ordered for this giant four course meal (no option) and promptly started to feel ill from what I thought was not eating quick enough. Took two bites of tomato/mozzerella salad and felt like vomiting. Decided to try and wait it out for pasta. Took two bites and felt even closer to vomiting. Went to bathroom just in case. Ordered bread and coke with the meat to maybe calm stomach down. Ate some bread. Drank some coke. Took one bite of meat. Decided to go to lounge to be near bathroom and check e-mail. Decided 10 yards was too far to the bathroom and thought I might start crying from the sick so went back upstairs. Laid on bed and read 'til way too late into the night attempting to ignore the fact I felt like puking, almost puked once.
Day 3 - Today.
Spent all day on beach. Ate lunch in condo. Finished book and started a new book. Made good progress on tan. When the sun started getting too low I went back inside and kept reading and had a beer. Started to play Scrabble with dad and bro while mom cooked dinner. Ate less than half of mom's delicious meal but had to choke most of it down and finally realized I was feeling vomity again and just could not eat. Went back to lay down and read on couch. Started feeling better and moved to room. Started feeling sick to stomach again and slightly vomity. Mom suggested I sit more upright for a bit in case it's acid and so here I am typing this. My dad has been sick too although not quite as vomity. We think the chefs here are lathering everything with MSG and so are not going to eat any more from non-American restaurants. We'll see how that goes.
OK! Back to the blog title. Was looking at my boobs in my suit today as my parents were discussing a particularly nasty case of topless woman they encountered passing through one of the adult beaches. I realized that I've been noticing lately how much firmer, and rounder, and bouncier, and jiggle-prone, my boobs have been as of late. They actually look and act like real boobs! I thought I might never see the day when they would hold up nice and round without a padded bra and when with a little help they could sport cleavage. It's pretty cool. I like. Boobs are pretty fun to play with, I mean, I totally understand the male fascination in playing with them, it's got to be even more fun when they're not attached to your body. Not that I would want to play with someone else's boobs. I'm quite satisfied with playing with my own and watching my sex god play with them.
OK, still feeling ill so I might as well retire back to my room and possibly go to bed early or something. Have to be up and out early tomorrow anyways.
P.S. My hair hates me in the humidity. Even when I blow it dry straight, it will be nappy within the hour. I decided to go back to controlled curls and give up on straight hair for this trip.
