Winter Vaycay: The Butler Did It!

 

Cocaine Princess here.

To Review:

Valentina re~appeared but wasn’t empty handed. She was holding a tray of drinkies.

ME: Can’t this wait until morning?

Putting the tray down on the bed she reminded me it was morning.

ME: You know what I mean.

VALENTINA: You know the rules. Winter vaycay doesn’t officially start until we’ve had  Rum Runners.

Part 4

In many cultures there are several symbols that officially mark the start of winter, for example a grand celebration in honor of the winter solstice.  For my bf and I it’s drinking Rum Runners. In the middle of the Hurricane glasses were 4 shot glasses. Valentina had a brilliant idea- she decided to add something new to our tradition. I walked over to where she was, on the bed sitting cross legged. I leaned in and took a whiff of the shot glasses. Holy Snap, Crackle and Pop!! The aroma was so incredibly toxic it nearly threw me clear across the room.  2 of the glasses were empty.

VALENTINA: I couldn’t wait so I had both shots on my way over here from the kitchen.

And you’re still standing?! Good grief I would have passed out!

I flat out refused to do the shots however I did agree to the Rum Runners. I suggested we toast out on the balcony. The doors were open and although it couldn’t be felt a slight breeze was coming in, the gauzy curtains were flowing slowly back and forth. Valentina suggested an even better idea. What better way to mark the start of winter vaycay than barefoot on the beach with the silky sand in between our pedicured toes?

The next day I had awoken feeling re~freshed and re~energized. The blinds to the balcony doors were open allowing the tropical sun to come beaming in. I was sleeping in a 4 poster bed and when I sat up I saw my regal robe hanging on one of the corner posts. Crawling towards it and quickly removing it from the post I wrapped myself in it. I noticed the matching pair of slippers laying on the floor next to the bed. My feet slid perfectly into them. They felt like they were the insulated type. All my suitcases had been unpacked. Everything either had been neatly hung up or folded in the drawers. This is where the phrase “the butler did it” would be appropriate to use. Stepping onto the balcony and looking down below I could tell the resort was pumping. The 2 pools were packed with so many guests that I couldn’t even see the water and the line to the water slide appeared to be a mile long. Out in the water, the jet skis and banana boats were in full force and the beach strip was filled with sun worshipers. After showering and changing into a cute bikini and cover~up I headed straight to the kitchen area where I could hear Valentina more or less giving SF a hard time about something. His entire crew was there on hand. Valentina was at the kitchen table eating a snack.

VALENTINA: Buenas tardes Princesa.

ME: Afternoon?

VALENTINA: It’s after 5pm.

I thought she was kidding until I looked at the microwave clock. 

ME: How long have I been sleeping?

VALENTINA: Roughly 13hrs. We didn’t get to bed til around 4am.

ME: Why didn’t you wake me up?! 

VALENTINA: Because each time I went to your room to see if you were up yet you were sound asleep and given your bad history with the Sandman I thought it’d be best to let you sleep in. Don’t worry I checked your pulse a few times to make sure you were still alive.

ME: Suppose I wasn’t really sleeping but was in some type of catatonic state?

VALENTINA: I never thought about that. Next time I’ll nudge you around a little and if you make a sound I’ll know you’re alright.

How comforting! 13hrs- WOW! I do believe that's a personal best of mine. I needed to sit down. Hmm....Bed? Wait, I had no recollection of even going to bed.

I closed my eyes and replayed the events of the day....boarded flight....flight landed.....arrival at resort......Gucci....jewelery.....Rum-Runners on the beach....

And it was at that moment when my memory got a little hazy. I looked at Valentina.

ME: What the hell happened last night?

Uh- oh, upon asking that question Valentina grinned like that Cheshire Cat, again. I thought to myself, Dear God whatever did happen, it can't be good.



To Be Continued....

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday........THE 13TH!!

Whatever your plans are have a lucky weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess