Yes my loyal and dear readers the story about the banana split continues because I know you've been on the edge of your seat with my last couple of postings.
By the time we finished our sweet delicacy which had more or less become a milkshake Valentina’s verbal reign of torture had ended. And thank God it did. I was starting to think, "forget the duct tape. Where can I buy a muzzle?"
As we left the mall we walked past the parlour. Mr. Mauve Socks was working hard scraping the inside of the cup in a circular motion trying to get every last bit of ice cream. "I feel sorry for any woman who goes on a date with that man.," said Valentina. "He'd probably insist they share one meal and then make her pay for dinner along with parking and gas."
We headed into "Little Switzerland" to pick up a small number of things. The shoppers outnumbered the employees and that meant a lengthy wait. I didn't mind the wait but the person I was spending my Easter weekend with did. "I wish these tourists would ship out and leave already. They're cutting into our precious shopping time."
If Valentina had it her way she would banish every sightseer from the island until she was done with her shopping.
"Shall we come back in a little bit?” I asked. "Maybe if we do the crowd will have died down."
"Yes, let's," she replied.
On that particular day there were so many people crawling all over the island much like ants going crazy at a picnic. I lost count how many times someones over sized bag hit me in the shoulder or how many times I was questioned, "Excuse me, do you have the time?"
Upon leaving the store a tourist was standing near the end of the sidewalk with his camcorder. "Why is he filming the street?" she questioned. "Maybe he's capturing the essence of the island," I replied. Even though her sunglasses were on I could tell she was rolling her eyes.
At the back of the mall were numerous free standing shops and the items we were going to purchase at L. Switzerland we manage to find the exact same in another store. Although the wait was just as long we decided to stick it out.
After a hard day of shopping we made a stop at the spa. I decided on the margarita salt scrub treatment. It felt good but I smelled precisely how a margarita smells. I didn't want to wash it off otherwise the sparkling glow left from the scrub was going to disappear. I sprayed several layers of perfume to drown out the scent.
Later that same evening Valentina and me got all dolled up for Easter dinner. Like every night the skies above were clear and sparkling. Following a luscious meal it was time for a little Rita Hayworth. I had won $5.00 on the slots a few days earlier. I was hoping my fortune at gambling would be far better this time. Not so much the case. I left the casino with an empty purse.
In spite of getting a tender sunburn on the tip of my nose and being assaulted by an oddball mosquito with terrible aim I had a splendid time during my Easter Vaycay. The best part of it all, dining in my favorite restaurant every night.
Me in my Easter Sunday dress
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
