And wouldn't it be even funnier if this prevented me from getting off the ship and actually doing anything in Mexico because I was too busy icing my face in the cabin room?
And would it not be the funniest if I spent two whole days racing from shade to shade, which you know, there's a lot of on a SHIP in the middle of the OCEAN?
I'd like to say that this wasn't a big deal, but it really took a chunk out of our trip. The active chunk - the chunk that contained kayaking and hiking and such touristy things. I tried to be a good sport about it. I'd cry in the tiny bathroom and then come out bravely announcing to Chris "I think it's getting better!" before heading to the pool to hide under some stairs.
My lame ass skin not withstanding, we did have a great time. Especially when, in an effort to soothe me before leaving our room, Chris said "Babe, you look hot. And I'm including your face."
Thank you for clarifying, Chris.
As far as the live-blogging I promised, hahahahaha. The internet cafe they offered was so expensive and so painfully slow, that it felt like giving blood. Except without the cookie at the end. It took me an hour just to post the picture in the last entry. Which, by the way was actually before the barfing began. (My skin's intolerance is only outmatched by my liver's.)
I know you all came for the pics, so here's a few from the Flickr album.
I am hot when very far far away. And blurry.
A little football game was on.
There's a second pool in my belly button. Neat!
Does this pic above remind anyone else of the cowardly lion?
Cabo San Lucas
This would have been less weird if we'd, um, smiled.
Curse the sun. I spit upon it!
We're in lurve.
Aren't I so pretty?
Seasick, rashy, hungover. Time to go home!