Well, if it's
IN Playa we're talking about, I guess it would have to be trying to do the cha cha shuffle at the hotel disco and falling off my flip flops, ripping everything in my knee to bits. Of course, I made every attempt to make it
LOOK like I
MEANT to fall over like that and it was everyone ELSE that was doing the dance wrong. :p
Not quite realizing the extent of the injury, I then proceeded to walk all over town. Even made poor Donna leave the Tequila Barrel to go to the store to get my some ciggs cause that walk all the way across the street would have been a killer.
Not very embarrassing really, until I had to tell the story to everyone back home (including the doctor) about
HOW I ended up needing knee surgery.
Now, if it's
IN Cancun we're talking about (sorry, just have to tell this story)...hubby and I were staying at some pyramid shaped hotel (Calinda I think?) and we were lucky enough to get one of the rooms that had a balcony (not many did, only the end rooms on each floor). The very first night, after coming back from a night on the town, we..ummm...uhhh...were....ummm....hanging out?
I was ummm...uhhh....well, let's just say
hubby was looking up at me and said "Don't turn around, don't look, but I think there are eyes looking in the balcony door". Since he wasn't wearing his glasses, I figured he was loopy since we were on the 4th floor, so I turn around (I never listen to him anyway). In the crack of the curtain, I see not one, not two but THREE sets of eyeballs peering in at us while we were ummm....uhhh...hanging out?
I immediately jump up (stark nekkid), throw the sliding door open and run after the freaky peeping Tom, Dick and Harry as they tried to jump from our balcony to the next one, which was actually a small balcony at the end of the hallway. I grabbed the last guy before he got over the railing, I'll call him Dick, by the back of the shirt and hung on for dear life. Do you know he actually tried to punch me in the face?
I think he was drunk (or laughing so hard at me standing there nekkid) that he was too uncoordinated so he missed. In the meantime, hubby (who took the time to get dressed..loser
) grabbed a security guy who was in the hallway and in the end, they took Dick away...but not after also seeing me standing there on the edge of the balcony nekkid while trying to fight off Dick who was still swinging at me (and I think he was also laughing
). Yeah, well, we switched rooms after that. So much for getting lucky with the whole balcony deal!
And I won't even go into how we ended up winning the toga contest at Sandal's in Jamiaca on our honeymoon but did you know that one doesn't wear anything under those toga's and if you don't tie them correctly, they can and will fall off...sometimes even while on the dance floor in front of a few hundred people and you don't always notice that they fall off if you've had too many beers during the day where you won the beer drinking contest on the beach?
K...'nuff said. I don't think I've really embarrassed myself in Playa after all!
Phewwww...what a relief!
