In Mexico We Lie

Well, it's been a while. Because Crackbook prevents me from the blogging shit and encourages me to make point-form accounts of my life that are easier for me to manage. But, again, being urged to do this blog shit, here I go.

I'm in Mexico. Cabo San Lucas, to be more specific. Los Cabos, for those who want to be a dick about it. It's pretty much amazing. No resort, it's a private house that a friend has exclusive rights to because he spends an exorbitant amount of money with them and can choose the casa he prefers. This, my friends, is a gooder.

Anyways, to backtrack. Because the only hopeless fools that will likely be reading this shit is my family, and... well.... yeah. So, to you German/Ukrainian peeps, here we go. And to Phil you're pretty much obligated to proofread this shit, so, to you, as well.

Calgary... I met my future brother and mother-in-law. *Hint Hint*. They are both people I would welcome into my casa with open arms and hearts. No bullshitting, they're acutally really awesome people, despite what Phil says. (He's probably going to edit this part out. FYI. If he didn't... win for Amber. Or he fell asleep before I finished and posted. Either way, SURPRISE!! Win for Amber.)

Flight.... uneventful. Food- -no such thing. Company- -old people and an engaged couple that didn't put their goddamn seats in their upright and locked positions. They were probably American. Or from Quebec. Or Conservatives.

Cabo.... AWERSOME! Was picked up by Max and taken to Villa de Amor in Cabo Del Sol. BEAUTIFUL. Our friends were waiting for us, and let me tell you, this place is incredible. Main floor- -pool, hottub, bar, loungers, fully stocked kitchen, tv, laundry, etc etc etc. PHIL AND I'S PRIVATE FLOOR: Our own pool w/waterfall, deck area, bed with panorama windows, living room area, computer I'm at right now, vacant bunk beds, shower, etc etc etc.

We have had a great time. Relaxing, reading, working out... thankfully, our host friends are just as much into clean eating and exercise as we are, and we have been eating clean and healthy for (almost) EVERY meal, working out every day, and having fun! For example, today, we started by having a half an hour walk to the hotel, overlooking the beach for Zumba at 9:00am (which was fucking stupid hot because of the morning sun in our faces, but STUPID FUN NONETHELESS!), followed by pool aerobics at 10:00am (Phil and I were the youngest ones in the water... it was geriatric soup), and then sunning ourselves, Coronas, Phil and I's excursion to the ocean where we watched the whales jump, played with crabs, and got coated in sand and salt water. The boys then went into town for lattes, and the ladies stayed by the pool for reading and sun and drinking and next-to-topless-sunbathing. (boys are stupid, and we should throw rocks at them. You know that logic we learned at the age of 7? Hasn't changed.) The ladies and I listened to a bunch of New Jersey and Nebraska people chat about how this was the worst. vacation. ever. ("Oh. My. Gawd... and THEN we complained about the clanging noise from our rooms... and THEN we were moved...get this.... at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING to another room because we had been complaining for the last 30 hours... and THEN the room was smaller... and THEN we had to make reservations.... RESERVATIONS at the resteraunt for SuperBowl... and THEN they sat us in the balcony in front of NO TV'S... AND THEN THEY RAN OUT OF FOOD.. AND THEN... AND THEN... AND THEN...") Americans.... living up to our standards since... forever.

AND THEN.... we went to dinner at the most beautiful (and expensive) resteraunt in Cabo on the harbour where we met the most incredibly lovely couple on their anniversary dinner, walked the harbour, and had an incredibly amazing night.

So... I have avoided elevators, NOT avoided high powered hand dryers... (pictures to follow once I figure out this machine), and enjoyed us to the point of silly (pictures to follow. :).

Cabo.... never send me home. I beg you. But you can send the Americans home ANY TIME YOU WOULD LIKE. :)