Senor Bling Must Have A Death Wish

Cocaine Princess here.

I am writing this blog from the beautiful island of Aruba. I left late Saturday morning after Valentina called me Friday night. Her daddy was heading to the island for a business meeting and of course Valentina wanted to come along and naturally invited me, she always does. Her daddy wanted me to come along as well, in fact he insisted and was not going to take no for an answer.

I don't know how many of you have been to this island but it is a tiny island off the coast of Venezuela. Contrary to what you may have heard about Aruba, it is a very safe island providing you exercise common sense. For example don't get into a car full of strange guys that you pick up in bar after doing shots.

Today Valentina and I went shopping at Renaissance Mall with our bodyguards. It's a beautiful pink and white colored mall. The majority of the stores in Aruba are jewelery stores geared mostly at tourists but there are stores geared towards the locals as well. It was so beautiful today. The sun was shining so bright, the weather was in the high 30's with slight trade winds. The complete opposite of back home. I heard from 'A' that a snow storm is arriving.
I was wearing my little white strapless dress and gold sandals with bare legs. I can't tell you how free I felt. Valentina and I decided to go shopping instead of hitting the beach like most people would probably do but then again we Cocaine Princesses are not like most people. The first store we went shopping in was of course a jewelery store- a woman can never be too thin or have too much jewelery. I saw a gorgeous pendant in the window and I asked the salesman for a closer look. It was a gorgeous diamond panther pendant sitting on top of a huge green cabochon.
I simply adored it and knew I had to have it in my collection. How I love shiny and expensive baubles. Valentina purchased two chunky diamond bracelets and a matching necklace. After our mid-morning jewelery spree for some reason I started craving for a banana split. We found an ice-cream place inside the mall and each ordered one. I absolutely love the island of Aruba. It's not too small and not too big. As Valentina and I were each nearing an ice-cream headache her cell phone rang. It was her daddy asking how we were and then asked to speak to one of the bodyguards who went to one side. I have no idea what that conversation was about. After our ice-cream break we walked around the mall some more. There's hotel connected to the mall and even a boat shuttle that'll take you to Renaissance Island, a private little beach.

For supper Valentina's daddy took his two favorite princesses to a restaurant at the Hyatt Resort, Ruinas del Mar. My favorite, favorite restaurant in the whole entire world. Her daddy reserved the entire outside patio because he knows how much I love the restaurant. The bodyguards stood near by. It was such a perfect night with the entire sky lit up with twinkling diamonds and the swans were gliding gracefully in the pond. A lot of tourists who were sitting inside were peaking through the window at us. I suppose they were wondering who we were. Valentina at one point asked me, 'how much would you pay me if I was to stick my tongue out at the next person who peaks through the window?' 'You wouldn't?' I said but then I thought she just probably might. 'I'm kidding,' she then said. I wasn't convinced because she can be a bit cheeky at times but tonight she behaved by keeping her tongue in place during supper.
Afterwards we went into the hotel's casino. A live salsa band was playing and the place was packed with hungry gamblers with a drink and either a cigarette or cigar in hand. Most of the US tourists were puffing on a Cuban. I hate the smell of smoke. I lost ocunt how many times I held my breath. Valentina's daddy gave us a grand a piece to spend while he played at the black-jack table. He had quite the lucky night winning over 200 grand. While Valentina and I tried our luck at the slot machines she received a text message. She took a look at it and said 'Oh my God the nerve of him. He's actually texting me.' 'Who?' I asked. 'Senor Bling,' she replied. 'What?' I said. 'Senor Bling sent me a text. That bastard must have a death wish especially if I tell daddy.' 'Why didn't you just block him?' I asked. 'Because I thought he had the common sense not to contact me,' she explained. 'What did he say?' I inquired. 'He wants me to give you a message,' Valentina replied.

We left the Hyatt close to 3am and Valentina is fast asleep. How lucky she is to be able to fall asleep without any problems. And then there's me the insomniac writer who's blogging away.
So much more I need to tell you like what Valentina's daddy's business meeting was all about. Before I go I have some news from my golden, little birdie.

A few weeks ago there was a major, major drug busts in Manzanillo, Mexico. The drugs supposedly came from Colombia. Over $400 million dollars worth of drugs were seized. How on earth could something like this happen? Was there a leak? Did a loyal dog perhaps turn on his master? According to what I heard it wasn't really a bust. It was planned. I'm starting to feel a little sleepy now.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess