Winter Vaycay: Let's Make A Deal

 Cocaine Princess here.

To review:

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.

Part 5:

VALENTINA: I can’t tell you.

ME: Why?

Don’t tell me it’s because you can’t remember either? Valentina finished eating. After pushing her plate to one side she signaled with her hands for the butler to remove it from her presence. Her highness wouldn’t have it any other way.

VALENTINA: You know what they say, “what happens in winter vaycay, stays in winter vaycay.” My lips are sealed.

I explained that rule only applied in Vegas and not down in the tropics.

VALENTINA: So I bent the rules a bit.

You sure did–  to suit your own needs!

ME: Just please tell me.

VALENTINA: You really don’t remember?

ME: No I don’t remember! Why do you think I’m asking?

VALENTINA: You know Princesa they say the best kind of nights are the ones you can’t remember and did we have one hell of a night!

Upon hearing her say that I could feel the blood slowly draining out of me as different and horrible scenarios and not to mention images came barreling into my mind. I took comfort knowing I didn’t wake up with any colorful plastic beads around my neck. I’m not big on drinking. I’m the type of drinker who’ll have a glass of red wine with their dinner once every couple of months. If I’m at a party, a teeny sip here and there and that’s enough for me but during winter break, well now that’s a whole other story. Aside from the traditional Rum Runner it’s not uncommon to find the Princess laying under a palapa hut with a margarita in her manicured hands at 10 in the morning and another at noon and another at– okay you get the picture. In other words vaycay is really the only time I’ll kickback and have a few drinkies BUT not to the point where I blackout! I tried again recalling what happened: boarded flight....flight landed.....arrival at resort......Gucci....jewelery.....Rum-Runners on the beach.... I kept drawing a blank after Rum-Runners. It was like hitting a brick wall. Wow! I wasn’t even 24 hours into my vaycay and I had somehow managed to impair my memory. Hmm, I wonder if an award will be bestowed upon me for achieving this accomplishment? Why couldn’t I remember? And what was even more strange, if alcohol was indeed the cause of me not remembering then why did I awaken feeling so refreshed {honestly it was one of the best night’s sleep I’d ever had in a long time} and not with a pounding headache? I don’t even know how I got into bed! On the table where Valentina was sitting was a binder with the name of our resort written on the spine. Inside were pages of information about the resort. As she thumbed through it she asked what I was planning on wearing at dinner? How sneaky of her— changing the subject! Although it was a good question and for a brief moment I did become distracted  trying to decide what outfit I was going to wear and with what accessories, I went back to my question and demanded she fill in the missing pieces for me. Valentina put down the binder and while leaning back in the chair she spoke in a soft and sweet tone......which by the way is never a good thing.

VALENTINA: Mi Amor, I’ll be more than happy to fill in the missing pieces, only if you agree to let me tell you something first about whose name shall not be mentioned. Do we have a deal?

To Be Continued....

****

My loyal and dear readers, it’s finally Friday.


We’re 20 days into the New Year and how’s everyone holding up so far? Any resolutions broken yet?

Whatever your plans are have a marvelous weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess