Greetings from the Caribbean everyone! What am I doing blogging this week while I’m on vacation, you ask? Well, I’m on vacation but my hubby is not. He is doing some work this week so I figure while he works I can blog. Also, I am the whitest white chick ever and you know what that means… two minutes in the sun and I’m a tomato. Seriously, my skin does not care that I spent extra to get SPF 50 and that I’m three quarters of the way through the new bottle we purchased when we got here. I’m sunburnt anyway, so spending some time indoors while hubby is working will not kill me. In fact, it may help me avoid skin cancer better. 🙂
I am not the biggest fan of flying ever, but it’s the only way to get to a lot of cool places so I do it. One of the reasons I am not a big fan of flying is because of airplanes. Crowded, cramped, and somehow I am always sitting near someone who must have eaten beans for dinner the night before. The plane ride here was no exception to the rule of unpleasant airplane experiences, but for a totally different reason.
I managed to injure myself in the airplane bathroom.
Yep, you heard me correctly. Somehow I managed to get injured in the bathroom. How in the world did I accomplish this? I am still not sure, maybe they shrank the bathrooms on the plane along with the length of leg room and the free food. But I somehow managed to crack my forehead really hard on the door of the bathroom while I was going to sit down, and consequently I have a huge goose egg on my forehead.
Are you done laughing at me yet? If you’re not, that’s ok, neither is Mr. CMF. He is still getting quite the humor mileage about of my latest klutzy mishap. Because unfortunately three days later it still hurts and is still swollen. Yeah, I’m cool. This is my coolest injury since I was in first grade and I broke a bone in my foot when I tripped over a kickball.
But I digress.
On a positive note, I have discovered that I ROCK AT BINGO. So does Mr. CMF. We moseyed on down to the hotel casino a couple nights ago just in time for Bingo. We ponied up $16 for the two of us to play four games. Out of four games, we won three. Mr. CMF and another guy won the first game, both of us and different guy all won the second game, and another woman and I both won the third game. Total Bingo winnings= $54. Honestly, I think our winning streak had more to do with the blood alcohol levels of the other Bingo contenders than any special skills on our part, but hey, we’ll take it.
Also, besides getting a wicked sunburn, getting injured in the plane bathroom, and cleaning house at Bingo, Mr. CMF and I have been making new friends. Just yesterday we met a guy on the beach who sat with his buddy on the beach and drank Coronas from a grocery sack filled with ice all day. It turns out he’s an airline pilot, so every few days while he’s between flights he and his pilot buddies get to sit on this beach drinking beer and sunbathing. At one point he watched Mr. CMF and I order drinks from the outdoor bar and he came over to share his best frugal tip for the beach scene.
Buy beer at the grocery store. Don’t buy it at the hotel bar. Seriously, there’s a huge markup.
So we found a grocery store yesterday afternoon and discovered that the pilot was right. There WAS a huge markup. A single can of Corona at the hotel outdoor bar was $5. At the grocery store? Umm, a lot less. Seriously, we bought a six pack each of Corona and Presidente (bonus points if you know which Caribbean country brews it!!!) for a grand total of $12. That’s even a lot cheaper than in the US, folks!
For some reason we seem to be getting a harder time from the hotel staff about bringing our own beer to the beach than the pilot was getting (today they kept insisting that we pour it into cups because “bottles aren’t allowed on the beach” whereas our pilot buddy downed several bottles the other day and no one said a word), but overall it’s been worth it for sure to pay 20% of the bar price.
What’s your most pathetic injury story? Do you BYOB when there’s a bar?