Friday, April 9, 2010

Easter Long Weekend

Cocaine Princess here.

I do hope my lovelies had a wonderful long weekend. For me this was the first Easter long weekend in years I’ve spent at a non tropical destination which means 2 things:

1} I have no tan on top of my already tanned complexion.

2} I returned home with no little bottles filled with sand and water. It’s a little thing of mine: I like collecting beach sand and ocean water from my tropical trips and not to brag but I have a nice little worldly collection. 

We departed on Good Friday. It didn't take very long to reach our destination. I think I've waited in traffic longer. The hotel we stayed in was simply marvelous and our suite despite not having a beach view was marvelous also. A lovely welcome gift basket was on top of the bed with a card that said: "Joyeuses Pâques." The basket was filled with Reese Pieces Eggs and those ooey-gooey Cadbury Easter Creme Eggs.

Before we left sister bought me a new journal and this was a very different kind of journal. To be exact it’s a journal for INSOMNIACS. "I Can't Sleep. A Journal For Passing Time when Insomnia Strikes." Long time followers of my blog are aware I have a little trouble embracing the night. This particular journal is for jotting down your thoughts whenever you can't sleep: What’s on your mind? What's keeping you up at night? The inside cover reads: “.....taming those wild thoughts so you can sleep can be a Herculean task......” Hey no argument from this Princess. It's those wild thoughts that keep me up all night tossing and turning. 

The journal is composed of blank pages on one side while on the opposite are quotes from celebrities about their frustrations with Mr. Sandman. God knows I have my frustrations with him along with Sheep #50. You all remember Sheep #50, right? If not here’s a quick review and those of you who do remember well too bad because you’re going to have to read through it again. Before you start to groan, no worries it's the short version.

When I can’t sleep I sometimes turn to the old fashioned remedies such as drinking warm milk, chamomile tea, taking a hot bath, staring at the window or counting sheep. More than often I'll count sheep. The sheep I picture in my head are the really cute animated ones with a bold number branded on the side of them, and one by one they jump over the fence........all except for Sheep #50 aka “The Stubborn One.” Instead of jumping it just stares at me. It doesn’t budge. A few times I have said out loud: ‘jump you piece of wool, jump!’ It won’t and that annoys the hell out of me. Not being able to fall asleep is annoying as it is but what’s even more annoying is having a sheep who refuses to co-operate. I just want to be able to sleep through the night. Is that too much to ask?

Getting back to my journal, here are a few of the celebrity quotes:

"I'm for anything that lets you sleep through the night, be it praying, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniels."
-Frank Sinatra
"Sometimes I lay awake at night and ask, 'where have I have gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'this is going to take more than one night.'
-Charles M. Schultz

"How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack."
-Dorothy Parker
{Do you have any idea how many times I have asked that exact same question?} 

Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having 
partied all night....without the satisfaction." 
-Lynn Johnson

 "A good gulp of hot whiskey at bedtime- not very scientific, but it helps."
-Sir Alexander Fleming

"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake.
-Chuck Palahniuk
{Take it from me, there is truth in that}  
"There are two types of people in this world: Good and Bad. The Good sleep better, but the Bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more."
-Woody Allen

 {No need to guess which out of the 2 types I am}

"Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk to you again."
-Paul Simon
{Darkness and I are well acquainted but I don't do much talking. I mutter words under my breath to darkness}

"Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heaviest dues and the most crudest rituals."
-Vladimir Nabokov

"I hate it when my foot falls asleep during the day, because it means it's going to be up all night."
-Steven Wright 
{The above quote is my favorite because it made me giggle, a lot!}

On Saturday I spent half a day at the spa getting a much needed pampering. I was very sore and believe me I had good reason for it. Later on, because the weather was extremely pleasant we took in some sights around town, found an awesome patio restaurant for lunch and then did a little shopping. I picked up a couple of things including a new evening bag and the latest C.D. by Taio Cruz.
For supper we dined at the hotel restaurant. The meal was wonderful. Sister suggested I have a little drinkie with it. I had my heart set on a margarita since that is my preferred drink of choice but “A” suggested I try something else for a change. From the menu she selected: 

Sunset Sparkletini:
"Can't decide between a sparkling cocktail and a martini? Why not have the best of both worlds? This refreshing drink includes Grey Goose L’Orange, Grand Marnier, freshly squeezed lemon juice, cranberry juice and Moet & Chandon Brut Champagne. Garnished with a fresh orange wedge."

I enjoyed it but I would have enjoyed a margarita much more.


I wish I could say I had a delicious Easter Sunday breakie. I can't because it wasn't. I decided to order eggs. They were prepared very badly. Badly as in eww. Where's Chef Gordy when you need him?! Trust me he would have given the chef a well deserved verbal lashing. Sunday morning the restaurant was crawling with little children and when I say "crawling" I actually do mean "crawling." There were Easter eggs hidden all around the room including 2 under our table. I was tempted myself to pick one egg up but thought 'nah, it's for the children.' One little girl crawled her way over to us. Rather than place the eggs in her basket and continue with her hunt she sat there without a care in the world unwrapping the metallic foil around the egg and eating it right there on the spot. I peaked underneath and asked, 'how's it going?' Her reply? A big smile.

Since Sunday was a holiday there wasn't very much open around town. “A” and I hung around the hotel, there was plenty to do. We hit the pool which was just like going to the beach and what I mean by that: it was packed! Inflated beach balls were flying all over the place. I had fun but I'd take the sweet ocean air over the smell of chlorine any day. 

The evening could not come soon enough for me. As I blogged in my previous post Easter for me is all about the SHOES! SHOES! SHOES! I wore a pink and silver dress and decided on silver strappy sandals.

The restaurant's special of the night was the fish. Since I dislike seafood of any kind I went with the steak. My tongue was thirsting for a Margarita but our waiter kept pushing another drink: "FAMEous Caesar." I wasn't interested. I wanted my margarita. He was so pushy that I order the drink I honestly was beginning to wonder if he was going to receive some type of bonus every time a guest ordered one. Against my better judgment I said yes. 

 FAMEous Caesar: 
"Created for Ernest Hemingway at Harry’s New York bar in Paris during the roaring 1920s, this FAMEous cocktail will forever go down in history as simply delicious. Horseradish infused vodka mixed with our in-house FAMEous Caesar Mix garnished with a skewered cucumber, olive, lemon wedge, and celery stalk."

I urge you to re-read the above. Do you see the part where it says This FAMEous cocktail will forever go down in history as simply delicious.  In my book it will forever go down in history as the 2nd most God awful drink I've ever tasted. I found it anything but delicious. It was disgusting. Bleech. Although his choice of drink was poor I still left the pushy waiter a generous tip.

We returned home late Monday....and yes I had my margarita. Easter Monday at approximately 12:30pm.

So there you have it a rundown of how I spent my long weekend.


My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a tremendous weekend.-x

Cocaine Princess


Nikki J Comer said...

Hey, nice post.
I love Easter because it is the demonstration of God that life is essentially spiritual and timeless.

Hope you had a Egg-ceptional, Eggs-traordinary Easter !!!


Heff said...

No tan on top of a tan, huh ?

You look pretty tan to me.

Try "beering" yourself to sleep. It works for me !

Cocaine Princess said...

Nikki J. Comer 7:50,
Although I have no interest in cryopreservation, thank you for commenting and cute use of the word "egg."

Anonymous said...

I'm shocked CP. One post!
I was expecting this to be dragged
into ten parts. BTW forget the warm milk. Here is something guaranteed to put you right down-- fill a large glass half with cold milk and the rest with tequila.

Anonymous said...

Perhaps sheep no.50 is a wolf-- a wolf in a sheep's disguise.

Anonymous said...

Don't like the the cd you bought and don't like song-- too bubblegum.

Cocaine Princess said...

Anonymous at 10:27,
Maybe I wasn't clear. I wish to sleep through the night, not fall into a coma. Milk and tequila? Eww!

Anonymous at 11:36,
That could explain things.

Anonymous at 11:44,
I wasn't exactly asking for anyone's opinion but if you don't like it, that's fine. It's a popular dance tune up here that I just like.

Slyde said...

i had no idea you suffer from insomnia.

i have a completely different issue. i can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, but i wake up a dozen times a night. Its rare i get an uninterupted night's sleep. said...

CP looking hot with the tan. Ironically i went to the doctors for insomnia today, no joke. It's most likely from going on a caffeine binge from a long work project. After i said no stress in life now, he said cut caffeine out after lunch, workout in mornings,and rub my nips before bed. Just kidding on the last note, but he does want me to get a blood test to test blood or sugar levels. I'm sure it will go away as it comes and goes.
Caesar and vodka shouldn't mix.

Cocaine Princess said...

Waltsense at 12:17,
I had a good giggle at your "last note".