Monday, April 30, 2007

Weather was fine. Wish it was here.

I'm back from vacation. Reluctantly. Unhappily. Slightly sunburned and jet lagged.


It sucks to end a vacation. I missed Chicky like crazy but it was hard to come home, back to reality, and leave all that freedom behind. Which is funny because I hate to travel. I hate airplanes and airports and living out of a suitcase. It takes me forever to relax and leave my worries behind me, but I love it when people bring me margaritas. Love it. And I love that my only worry was where I was going to pass out.

(You think I'm kidding.)

(I'll see you at Blogher.)

(I'll be the one that's swaying.)

Phoenix, and the resort we stayed at, were beautiful. Very posh, lovely weather, and did I mention the margaritas? I'm fairly certain I did but the tequila and the 90 degree temperature went straight to my head. It's a good thing it was so hot because I got to sweat everything out of my system.

Hey, I wasn't alone. There were lots of people doing the same damn thing. Stop judging.

With the exception of our first night (The night of the ho-down. Ho boy. There are no-ho words.), and our last evening (Gala awards dinner in the desert. How they pulled that off with that many people - hundreds of us and an open bar. Are you sensing a theme yet? - I'll never know) and one one-hour business session that Mr. C had to attend we were pretty much left up to our own devices. Which meant lots of pool time for me.

With the pretty people.


I haven't seen that much tits and ass since, um, ever. I live in Massachusetts, after all, where our motto is "We're too smart to be superficial!"

(Which is why MA won't be competing with Brazil for "the most beautiful women in the world" title. Or Delaware, for that matter.)

And let me tell you they, the Tits (they deserve to be capitalized) were all expensive and all spectacular. I'd like the name of those women's doctors because there was some incredible work lying around that pool.

It was all very amusing (says the woman who hid behind her tankini and her book). As the hot days went on, and the more drinks were consumed, the parade of skin around the pool got more plentiful. And the men were more appreciative. I swear if they could have without threat of lawsuit the men "cooling" - ahem, swim trunks don't, um, control much, do they? - themselves in the pool would have held up score cards as women passed.

8.0! 6.5! Wow 9.5!!

(gotta leave room for improvement)

It was a bit like being back in college... If the college I went to was attended by men with six figure salaries and huge egos. But they didn't bother me (because, duh, I don't have big boobs) and I didn't bother them (except the Yankees fans who caught sight of me in my Red Sox hat, sore losers) so all in all Mr. C and I had a great time.

Oh! One of the best parts of our trip (besides the weather and the drinks and the free massage and the gourmet food and the...) was during the last night's awards dinner. Every year they have some recognizable music acts. Last year? Hootie and the Blowfish.

(Thank God we didn't go last year)

But this year? The Dan Band. Fuck!

And I say that with the utmost respect and admiration. If you saw them in Old School you know of which I speak.

If you ever get the chance to see them live, jump on that opportunity like a horny man on a box of porn. You will not be disappointed. Unless you're like half of the chuckleheads we attended the dinner with, middle aged wives and their millionaire husbands who forgot to purchase a sense of humor with their new Mercedes, who were so offended by The Dan Band's version of Genie in a Bottle (gotta rub me the right way) that they left early. Eh. More room at the front of the audience for me.

I saw Dan the next morning at the hotel's Starbucks and I wanted to hump his leg - because that's how I show my appreciation for things I really like. But I figured his wife probably wouldn't have liked it. And poor Mr. C. Nobody wants to be that guy. The husband whose wife gets all nasty on the entertainment. My husband's career would have been ended right there and then how would I afford all that plastic surgery I now realize I so desperately need?

Not that we'll ever be invited back. My husband was one of the few token technical guys invited to this sales shindig. I think there was, maybe, four of them - the token techies - out of 600 sales employees. But we'll always have Phoenix. And the free margaritas.

Um, I think.

Damn tequila.


Mama en Fuego said...

Glad you enjoyed your vacation. See, we aren't as bad as you thought we were. Granted we aren't Maui, but we're pretty hot. You know what I mean.

metro mama said...

I'll be swaying with you at BlogHer, baby!

Glad you had a good time.

karengreeners said...

Sounds awesome. But I'd really like to see pictures of the ho-down.

Avalon said...

So......whadja wear to the Ho-Down? Can you remember?

Anonymous said...

But what did you wear??

OhTheJoys said...

I am mucho jealous. (Except not about the tequila part. Tequila and I are not friends. Not anymore anyway. Nasty, nasty break up.)

Lawyer Mama said...

I'm dying to know what you wore too, after all the wardrobe anxiety and all.

OH & bring on the swaying! (At BlogHer, that is.)

ms blue said...

Oh that sounds fun! But no photos? I'm sure those women would have loved to have been featured on your blog. You could have told them that you could make them famous. hee hee

Blog Antagonist said...

ROFL...I live in the South, and I know the phenomena you speak of. The boob phenomena and the ogling phenonena.

Glad you had a good time anyway. Margaritas are good.

Girlplustwo said...

i missed you. am glad you are back, and gladder still that you had so much fun.

is gladder a word? roll with it.

dude. the sox took them five out of six games. sore losers, indeed.

Binky said...

Pronounced "we're too smaht to be supaficial," right? ;)

I would never judge a woman and her magaritas. Never.

Kristin said...

Are you sure you weren't in Laguna Beach?

Unknown said...

Hey, I'm smaaaht and superficial, thank you very much! So, did you come back to dismalville with a tan? What's that like?

Ruth Dynamite said...

Thank God for margaritas, si?

And even more than that, thank God for brains. You've got brains, Mrs. Chicky, and brains trump T & A any day of the week.

motherbumper said...

Ah the wonderful margarita mixed with warm weather - sounds perfect. I have to admit I have this fear of passing out after my first couple of drinks at BlogHer (if not passed out, I'll probably be slurring my words).

mamatulip said...

Now that sounds like fun. I'm glad you had a good time -- and that you're back.

Nanette said...

Awesome! Who knew Phoenix could be so great! Glad you had fun. Wish I could have gone too. ;-)

EE said...

My husband and I are leaving on Friday for one of those get-aways. We're supposed to pack costumes for the Gilligan's Island party:0
I think I'd rather go to a hoe-down!

Sarahviz said...

Sounds like a perfect little getaway! Go Sox.

wayabetty said...

Glad you had a great time! I don't care what people say about Phoenix being "dry" and you don't sweat! OH YOU DO SWEAT!

So you didn't see Dr. 90210 there trying to do touch-ups for these women?

Kara said...

dang it.. I should have read this post BEFORE the half bag of tortilla chips I just scarfed.

Now I'm off to mix me a margarita, care to join?

moosh in indy. said...

I'm moving to MA. now. See you soon.

mo-wo said...

glad to have you back. Still, this post was as close to vacation as I'm gonna get.

carrie said...

Woo-Hoo, glad you had fun.

I'm all for drinks and live music (as long as the music isn't Laurie Birkner and the drinks aren't Juicy Juice).


Julie Marsh said...

Mmmmm...warm weather. And tequila. Sounds lovely - I'm glad you enjoyed it!