Cancun log, day 1

Going to try and write this down before I forget everything...at least I have the pics to jog my memory. And a cheapie anklet bought off the beach as a keepsake. At least until it turns my foot green.

So day one, Thursday. Jade (shout-out!) and I got to the airport at the crack of dawn. Seriously it was like before 5am. And of course we're leaving out of the coolest terminal, D, but alas NOTHING is open. Cool River? No. L'Occitane? Nope. At least a Starbucks? No sir. Did love seeing everyone in their vacation travel clothes, though - flip flop a-rama.
Uneventful flight and arrive to a rainy day in Cancun, aka my biggest vacation fears realized. Jade kept assuring me it would blow over, but I was NOT amused.

Our all-inclusive package included transportation to and from the airport, and our shuttle included a family from Dallas who was there to celebrate their daughter's 15th bday. She had a camcorder out and was filming the ride to the hotel - so of course we made sure and photo-bombed it. I'm sure she will watch it back and go, "Who are these weirdos wishing me a happy birthday?" Ha.

Hotel was nicer than we expected*, and we sprinted to change and throw on our bikinis before it started raining again. (And of course to hit the buffet and the bar. In fact, we requested a drink from the concierge at the front desk the minute we walked in. All-inclusive, baby!) Beach and pool time quickly followed, and Jade was right - the sun DID come out! Ahhhhhhh.

There was some incredible people-watching going on at this place. We came up with names and stories for people - i.e. "Douche" was the Brit who was wearing a pale yellow wife-beater, khaki man-pris (man capris, thanks Jill), a white belt and bright white sneaks. Oh, and aviator shades and a wannabe Bieber hairdo. "Biggie" was this large guy who we felt really bad for, but then he found his BFF and they could not be separated for the rest of the trip. (Although it seemed like something of a love-hate relationship, since they would be hugging in the pool and the next minute one would be trying to drown the other. Whatever. Boys will be boys.) We met the British friends of Douche - who were staying for two freaking weeks - and I lived up to the "stupid American" stereotype by not knowing the Union Jack was not in fact England's flag. (Um, duh.) And we saw bunches of Speedos, thongs, back hair and everything else European. Why they come to Mexico instead of going to, say, the Italian Riviera is beyond me.

And the hilarious part about all of this was that since it was all-inclusive, everyone stayed on-site. For breakfast. For pooltime. For drinks. For dinner. For late-night. Something of an on-ground cruise. So you couldn't ever have a one-night stand and be like, "I'll never see him again!" Because you would. Most likely the next morning over the breakfast buffet. Oof.

We also managed to jump into ANOTHER random camcorder video - going for some sort of record. Our cheesy waves will be captured for years to come. Or immediately erased when he got back to his room.

Jill arrived that evening and we, along with everyone else, ate at the buffet. Not too shabby - hel-lo, soft serve ice cream! And then we hit the bar for some festive, yet sometimes Bandaid-tasting and very watered down, adult beverages. Mmm mmm bueno.

*Upon first glance.

Up tomorrow: My Argentinian "luvah," Douche After Dark, and cheesy pool games.