Friday, December 31, 2010

The Last (Rambling) Post of 2010.

Just in time for the new year we are back safe and sound from our Mexican vacation. I am ushering in 2011 with a little party and I hope you'll join me.

I've got cake:

And some coffee-infused tequila we bought from a Mexican roadside hooch stand micro distillery in the Sierra Madre range.

The dress code is very casual (yoga pants and woolly sweaters) and we'll be hobnobbing with some very refined company:


I'm planning to write up a few -- very opinionated -- reviews about the places we went and things we saw in Mexico. For now I will just say that it was a great vacation.

There were a few minor hiccups.

Like the fact that we missed -- by hours -- the delivery of our custom-made, bike messenger bags that we'd ordered for the trip. Aren't they pretty?



You haven't seen the best part. The lining:


I haven't even gotten the chance to use it yet, because I've been sick. I will attempt to be delicate, and will simply allude to some intestinal issues that have haunted me since I ate a pulled pork sandwich from a farmacia moments before we caught our flight home.

And that flight was a doozy. Even before we hit some serious turbulence, people were falling ill. The flight attendant said she had never seen so many sick people on one flight. They ran out of air sickness bags. One of the passengers was a nurse, and I'm pretty sure that without her interventions (including hooking up one young woman to a drip IV) we'd have set down in Albuquerque. When we finally did make it to Calgary we were met at the gate by EMTs. Then we had to wait to hear if Health Canada was going to quarantine the flight.

After that we had another 15 hours of waiting and flying and waiting and flying and driving until we finally got home.

So here we are. Cold, exhausted, and sick, shaking our heads in disbelief that just a few short days ago we were lounging on the beach, enjoying 28ÂșC weather. Thankfully we have some fabulous vacation pictures documenting our vacation.

Here's me suntanning:


And here's Mr Wrath about to engage in a round of water polo:


Oh, Mr Wrath. He loves water polo almost as must as he loves his banana hammock and his pornstache.

 Ah, yes. It was a great vacation.

So how was your Christmas?

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And somehow I have managed to delete all the comments people left on my blog in December. I'm quite talented, yes?

7 comments:

  1. I'm sorry, did you say something? I got distracted by your "husband"'s penis. O_o Can we mix in some Golden Girls with Murder She Wrote, please?

    It's not a party without Sophia!

    Happy freaking new year, lady, it's great to have you home!

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  2. Guess I'm late to the party...looks like fun! That flight home? Does NOT sound like fun, oh my heck.
    Looking forward to the opinionated reviews of places you went. Sounds like more fun.

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  3. Ooooo, the flight home sounds very UNfun! But glad your vacation sounds nifty up until then! Can't wait to hear more about it!

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  4. I love Mr Wrath's speedo. And chest hair. And...just everything about Mr Wrath.

    Sorry about the flight, that sucks. Were you stopped long in Calgary? Next time call me!

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  5. I mean, next time you are stopped in Calgary but not because you're on a possibly quarantined plane full of barf. Because hopefully there won't be a next time for that.

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  6. Blech. Barf flight. No fun whatsoever. I am glad you made it home in one piece and that you did have fun while you were there.

    Our Christmas was fantastic, thanks for asking. M was as sweet as the dickens. For example, on Christmas morning, she still had a few gifts to open after Len had opened all his. Her: "Daddy, since you have no more gifts I will dance for you instead!" And she did. Christmas with a 5-yr-old is simply the best.

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  7. Glad you are back in safe and sound. That flight sounds insane!! Can't wait to hear all about your trip...were your gifts well received?

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