Fri, May 2. After approximately 3 hours of nap time, we lept from bed and began the mad struggle to get ready and leave the house for several days. We arrive at the airport at 4 am, as we are told that if I come any later than 2 hours before my flight that I am absolutely screwed.
Thus we sat for an hour and a half in an empty terminal waiting, because everyone else knew better. My first plane experience was interesting. Excitement with a tinge of 'please don't let me vomit right now'. The excitement wore off and I fell asleep later on my JFK to Tampa leg of the excursion.
oh, and as for the layover? HA! We booked ass off the plane from buffalo and finally showed up panting at the gate for tampa and they weren't even boarding yet. Bitches! And several people on the buffalo plane managed to saunter over lazily as well to make it on time.
We arrived in tampa EARLY. By the time mel and her current plaything came to pick us up, I had already managed to rip the duffel bag that I purchased for air travel along the seams. Bitches!
The greatest omelettes ever at a small diner were followed by checkin to our awesome hotel.
"the most awesome in tampa!" We quickly made our way down to the pool and started ordering up the margaritas.
Dinner that night was in Ybor - a cute little village full of tattoo parlors, cigar shops and bars. I loved it. After walking around a bit we had dinner (and more margaritas) at this awesome restaurant. They had a little old black lady in a wheelchair in the restroom who liked to chat as well. I gave her a quarter.
Back to the hotel for a nap before going out (hellooo 3 hours of sleep?) and then out to an interesting lesbian bar back in Ybor. Lauren refused to wake up so she didn't go. We watched the "mel show" wherein all of Mel's people just kept floating by and talking.
Hotel. SLEEP! yes!
The next day begins the pain. I say that because we took Jess's rented convertible out to Clearwater beach wherein we learned that the spreading of sunblock needs to be a very thorough thing indeed.
Patches of red allover the body, like a camoflauge sunburn, followed. The back of my knees were apparently missed and lauren somehow got sunpoisoning (rash all over her legs).
Back at the Hotel, Jess and I go Jetskiing for an hour. THe guy who ran the place was a total burnout and sorta explained 'don't go over there, make sure you follow the no wake rules, if you run it aground, just get out and push.' What? what are the no wake zones? what do you mean don't go 'over there?' i think he went and took a nap when we left.
Jess left at 3 am the next mornin and we spent the day with mel, drivin around to her friends house. we saw an air show, and then went to chilis for the greatest margaritas that we had the whole weekend. I even stole a margarita shaker. SHHHH
All in all i believe we spent over $200 on the margaritas alone. Sweet ass trip people!
And now we are home. Woot!
Glad you liked Avenue Q but what happened to the guy in your way did people change seats around I assume?
Trip wise I have to be a total guy here and say the (I assume here) black girl and the girl with the black hair and tattoo in the car are both pretty cute. All the pictures are pretty good that pool looks pretty nice and so does the beach. As you mentioned but I will expand on Sun Sickness and Sun Burn are not the same thing they are both bad and not sure what one is worse. And yes heat stroke in something completely different also. Sorry about the sickness and the burn but it still sounds like it was a great time. Thanks for sharing the pictures that sunset one is really nice.
Might I say how UTTERLY gorgeous you two look??? Because you do. I can see that the swimsuit search turned out extremely successful. Those are HOT!
BTW, you look like that actress in a leather suit (at this point I have no idea what her name is and I am too scared of (e:chico)'s cage shaking to look up on wikipedia) from the matrix movie in the third picture from the end of the post.
Beautiful pics! Thanks for sharing. You are one pretty couple!
Oh ya, that would be me. My bad.
- Z