Cocaine Princess here.
Since I was leaving for vaycay and wouldn’t be celebrating Christmas with sister the 2 of us had a delicious Pre-Christmas dinner on December 22nd and then exchanged our gifts. “A” wanted to put the gifts I bought for her under the tree and wait until the 25th to open them. I objected and requested she open them in front of me.....Hmm, now that I think back to that night I may have demanded rather than ask she open them up in front of me. I was interested in seeing her reaction. I don’t want to come off like I’m bragging but when it comes to gift giving I’m pretty awesome and given sister’s reaction all I have to say is “Job well done, Princess.” My lovelies, excuse me for a moment while I pat myself on the back.
My flight departed late in the evening. Originally it had been scheduled to leave in the afternoon but I received word a few days earlier about the change in time. I dislike late flights but seeing how I’m a big believer in “things happening for a reason” I had confidence there must have been a good reason for the last minute time change. Because I departed late I arrived late, late as in well after midnight and because of that I missed the whole looking out the window and soaking up the tropical scenery as the plane descended. Instead all I could see were lights. Not the runway lights but the city lights and from where I was seated the lights looked more like the tip on a lighter’s flame.
One of the 1000s of little things I look forward to about winter vaycay is the change of temperature. Leaving behind the c–c–cold and saying hello to the blistering heat especially when I’m going down the portable stairs in my new specialty selected outfit. In case you’re wondering what that means I think it’s pretty much self explanatory, right? 30 minutes prior to landing I changed out of my wool skirt and turtleneck into a cotton little mini skirt, sheer sleeveless top and my open toed stilettos. As I continued making my way down the stairs the parts of my body that were bare immediately felt the high levels of humidity. When I reached the last step I just stood there inhaling the hot muggy air and was completely oblivious there were other passengers behind me who were itching to start their holidays! A couple of loud Excuse Me! and a hard tap on the shoulder broke my concentration.
The airport wasn’t very big, it was a one floor building. Tugging along my carry~on in style and holding a bag full of SkyMall purchases in my other hand I followed the others inside. The very moment I stepped inside I heard a high pitched shriek and this person running towards me....my bf of course! Valentina greeted me in a similar manner that an anaconda would greet its’ prey. Valentina and I communicate everyday by talking on the phone and sending text messages back and forth and although it may feel like the person is right there next to you nothing beats talking and being with a person, live and face to face.
Each time I see Valentina she has a daring new haircut. Last winter she had announced that she was going to grow her hair long like mine and 2 weeks ago even emailed a picture of her hair, it was well past her shoulders. She says she wants to grow her hair long like mine but apparently doesn’t have the patience because 36hours earlier she decided to chop it off! Impatient to grow her long and always experimenting with new styles this time Valentina went with a pixie cut. Totally rocking the London look the ends of her hair were tinted a deep maroon color which was a great contrast against her jet black hair.
As glad as I was seeing my bestie, I was gasping for air and just when I thought my ribs were about to crack Valentina released me from her loving grip but still kept one arm around me very tight. Oh and and speaking of arms......standing less than an arm’s length away from her was Semper~Fi. I said a cheery hello and in return SF gave me one of those head nods. Forget being in a festive mood my forever friend was in a cheeky mood. Valentina suggested with a sly and mischievous grin I give SF a kiss.
VALENTINA: He splashed an extra dose of cologne---- just for you Princesa.
To quote that cute blockhead, Good grief! I was not even 10 minutes into my vaycay and Valentina had somehow found a way to embarrass me, as for Semper~Fi and his reaction?
Hmm, well I really couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not. You see, he had that same old expression on his face he always does: The stone cold look.
To Be Continued.....
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
My flight departed late in the evening. Originally it had been scheduled to leave in the afternoon but I received word a few days earlier about the change in time. I dislike late flights but seeing how I’m a big believer in “things happening for a reason” I had confidence there must have been a good reason for the last minute time change. Because I departed late I arrived late, late as in well after midnight and because of that I missed the whole looking out the window and soaking up the tropical scenery as the plane descended. Instead all I could see were lights. Not the runway lights but the city lights and from where I was seated the lights looked more like the tip on a lighter’s flame.
One of the 1000s of little things I look forward to about winter vaycay is the change of temperature. Leaving behind the c–c–cold and saying hello to the blistering heat especially when I’m going down the portable stairs in my new specialty selected outfit. In case you’re wondering what that means I think it’s pretty much self explanatory, right? 30 minutes prior to landing I changed out of my wool skirt and turtleneck into a cotton little mini skirt, sheer sleeveless top and my open toed stilettos. As I continued making my way down the stairs the parts of my body that were bare immediately felt the high levels of humidity. When I reached the last step I just stood there inhaling the hot muggy air and was completely oblivious there were other passengers behind me who were itching to start their holidays! A couple of loud Excuse Me! and a hard tap on the shoulder broke my concentration.
The airport wasn’t very big, it was a one floor building. Tugging along my carry~on in style and holding a bag full of SkyMall purchases in my other hand I followed the others inside. The very moment I stepped inside I heard a high pitched shriek and this person running towards me....my bf of course! Valentina greeted me in a similar manner that an anaconda would greet its’ prey. Valentina and I communicate everyday by talking on the phone and sending text messages back and forth and although it may feel like the person is right there next to you nothing beats talking and being with a person, live and face to face.
Each time I see Valentina she has a daring new haircut. Last winter she had announced that she was going to grow her hair long like mine and 2 weeks ago even emailed a picture of her hair, it was well past her shoulders. She says she wants to grow her hair long like mine but apparently doesn’t have the patience because 36hours earlier she decided to chop it off! Impatient to grow her long and always experimenting with new styles this time Valentina went with a pixie cut. Totally rocking the London look the ends of her hair were tinted a deep maroon color which was a great contrast against her jet black hair.
As glad as I was seeing my bestie, I was gasping for air and just when I thought my ribs were about to crack Valentina released me from her loving grip but still kept one arm around me very tight. Oh and and speaking of arms......standing less than an arm’s length away from her was Semper~Fi. I said a cheery hello and in return SF gave me one of those head nods. Forget being in a festive mood my forever friend was in a cheeky mood. Valentina suggested with a sly and mischievous grin I give SF a kiss.
VALENTINA: He splashed an extra dose of cologne---- just for you Princesa.
To quote that cute blockhead, Good grief! I was not even 10 minutes into my vaycay and Valentina had somehow found a way to embarrass me, as for Semper~Fi and his reaction?
Hmm, well I really couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not. You see, he had that same old expression on his face he always does: The stone cold look.
To Be Continued.....
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
5 comments:
HA! Love pixie cuts... once you do it, you can't ever grow it back out... at least I haven't been able to! I bet it's cute! Semper-Fi... and the undying stone cold face! Dying to know what he looks like though, is he hot?
Bambi at 2:25,
It really depends on what your definition of what hot is.
i have found that you have to be especially pretty to be able to rock the pixie cut.
i'll need photos for confirmation...
So you were the good looking woman that kept me waiting to get off the plane!!!
(trying to catchup on my reading, been a busy couple of months....what about the Semper Fi's dog in training????
Lotus at 7:06,
RE: Semper Fi's dog-- keep reading the entries
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