Winter Vaycay: "Well, Well, Well"

Cocaine Princess here.

.....As I continued reading Valentina elbowed me and said for me to look up. I lifted my eyes up from the program...Oh my God.

Oh my God it was Barbie {and no she wasn’t topless} glued onto the arm of the Panamanian. I actually never noticed until that night, she’s almost a foot taller than he is. So why the ‘oh my God’ reaction? Two reasons. ONE: Remember earlier in the day she was covered in bronzing oil? It must have been extra deep bronzing oil because her skin had turned into the color of driveway sealant. TWO: I was dreading their arrival. In fact I was dreading it so much I said a little prayer to the Big Guy upstairs. As luck would have it my prayer went unanswered. My bf didn’t get struck down with a sudden case of laryngitis. She looked at Gilligan.“We saw your step-mother this afternoon on the beach.”Please don't say it, please don't say it, please don't say it, is what I kept repeating over and over again in my head.“AND she was topless.” YEP SHE SAID IT!!  “AND she gave the Princess a big hug.” Cousin leaned forward. Suddenly he became very interested and asked, “She did?” “She did,” V answered back. “AND then she kissed her. The Princess said she was cute.” “Man, I would have killed to see that,” Cousin stated with a big smile. “Get your mind out of the gutter. It was completely innocent,” I explained. “Not the version that’s playing in my mind,” cousin responded back and this time with a wicked grin. Valentina continued her teasing. “The Princess noticed she was very “perky” and I don’t think she was talking about her personality. Right Princess?” I didn’t bother to answer her. I let out a sigh and turned my head and looked the other way. Wonderful! One of my least most favorite person was standing there. When I looked in the opposite direction 2 more people I wasn’t too fond of were right in my direct view. This was not only turning out to be the most boring and most longest nights on record but possibly one of my most crappiest nights too. Hmm, maybe I should have pretended to be sick. Valentina must have read my mind because she said the exact same thing to me. “This is why I told you to play ill. I had your best interest when I said it.” “It’s fine,” I said. “No it isn’t,” she snapped back. “You wanna leave?” “Why because they’re here? I knew they would be. I saw the guest list and I could care less,” I said firmly. Cousin and Gilligan picked up on what we were talking about. “One day karma will do its job baby,” Cousin assured me. “Daddy still talks to them and him. Can you believe that?” “It’s only business Valentina,” Gilligan replied back. Even though I didn’t want the conversation to go any further I was kind of glad it shifted to another topic because it meant Valentina would no longer be talking about Barbie but she picked up right where she left off and this time it was a round of Q&A. {I know it’s wrong of me to refer to her as Barbie. Whenever I speak to her I always call her by her lovely name but here I’ll refer to her as P.W.-Panamanian’s wife} “What do you call her? Mom, mommy, step-mommy?” “I call her by her name.” “Do you like her?” “I don’t know her very well Valentina. I don’t reside with them,” Gilligan answered. “Doesn’t it bug you she’s nearly 22 years younger than you?” “Not really. She keeps my old man happy.” “I bet she does. She’s probably like the Energizer Bunny and keeps going and going.” I buried my head into the couch’s arm rest to hide my laughter.  Come on you have to admit what she said was funny. “She’s step-mother #4. You’ll think there will be a 5th one?” Gilligan made it clear to her that whatever went on in his father’s love life was not his business and he wasn’t too interested in knowing anything about it either. Then something interesting took place. He turned the tables on her by asking how she would react if her father ever remarried? Valentina was very confident in her reply: “That’s never gonna happen.”“Never is a long time,” he stated. “He won’t.” “How can you be so sure?” he questioned. “Read my lips: it’ll NEVER happen.” “It might.” I decided to give my input. “She’s right. It’ll never happen. For starters he still wears his wedding band and second, this person right here {referring to Valentina} would do everything she could in her power to sabotage the relationship if he ever did start dating.” Both cousin and Gilligan looked at Valentina. She smiled and proud fully nodded in agreement to what I had said. As far as she’s concerned there’s only room for one Princess in her daddy’s life: herself.... and me. Okay two.

It seemed like 3 hours but only 30minutes had passed, my drink finished and I wanted another one. Valentina flagged down one of the waiters. He looked right at her and continued walking. “Did you see that?” she asked. “The damn nerve of him.” “Maybe he’s busy with something,” I said. “Busy with what? There was nothing in his hands.” “It’s not a big deal. I’ll go up to the bar myself and get it.” As I got up from the love seat Valentina tugged on the back of my dress so hard it pulled me back down. “Why should you have to? These waiters are being paid to serve and not ignore us. I’m gonna handle this.” And in a huff and a puff she got up and left. “God help that waiter,” mumbled Gilligan and then he chuckled to himself. I asked what was so funny. “You know how they say everyone has a twin somewhere in the world? Just the thought that somewhere in the world there is another one of her {Valentina} running around,” he responded.“That isn’t funny as it is scary,” cousin commented. Pouring himself another glass of champagne he moved from where he was sitting and sat down beside me giving me a hug: “I forgot to give you one earlier.” As we chatted I informed him how I was looking forward in seeing him in action on New Years’ Eve. Valentina’s cousin is a DJ yet he holds a degree in business but simply refuses to put it to use. “I keep telling him he needs to get a “real” job,” Gilligan commented. “Wear a suit a tie and sit behind a desk 5 days a week? No thanks,” cousin responded. “Spinning tunes makes me happy.” I let him know how surprised I was to see him at the dinner party. “I was roped into coming here tonight. I wasn’t expecting to see you either,” he said, “I thought for sure you would have been in St. Croix?” “St. Croix? Why would I be there?” I questioned. “That’s where the rest of the gang is.” I had an extremely puzzled look on my face and cousin could tell so he explained. “Everyone decided to spend Christmas there and then fly down here to the mainland to party on New Year’s Eve. Didn’t Valentina tell you?” “Ah, no.” I answered. “This is the first time I’m hearing of it.”

Well, well well, so the rest of the gang is in St. Croix so why am I'm at Bug's Lady house? Hmm, as soon as Valentina would return I would find out why..........Things were finally starting to get interesting.

To Be Continued...

My vaycay has come to an end. I returned home on Sunday. It was a little hard to get back into the regular routine of things but I made it through this first week. Ahhh, 18 days of sunning and funning and partying, eating pizza and nachos on the beach almost everyday for lunch, feasting on rich foods for dinner and yeah, I drank. Boy did I ever. No more drinkies for me. I have decided my next drinkie will be in {insert drum roll}........110  days.

My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a magnificent weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess