On our honeymoon in Belize last year our one night of drunken abandon was followed by a painful 4 hour road trip to Mayan ruins on the Guatemalan border. In Puerto Vallarta last December, the night before we went on a twisty-turny, 2 hour ride up the mountain to a sleepy Mexican village, we partied like it was 1999. Yesterday we had our ATV ride excursion, up into the Jamaican mountains above Lucea and guess what we did the night before? That's right... drank and danced our booties off. We seem doomed to force ourselves to endure excursions through the fog of a killer hangover.
So, yes, following my post on Monday night after the repeat-guest dinner, we joined the entertainment staff on the dancefloor until gone midnight. Of course, we were so busy getting our groove thangs on, that we didn't pay much attention to our alcohol intake. Dance, sip, dance, sip... it was a deadly combination. We had a great time but 9:30am the next morning rolled around waaaay too quickly.
We survived, however, and had a great trip up 2,200 ft above seal level to the rural town of Cascades, population 1,500, and an old slave town. Over boulders, through muddy puddles, and eventually past playgrounds of waving children in their school uniforms we zoomed, hangover or no hangover. We have photos and I have to say, if I didn't tell you I was more sluggish than a slug and had a mouth dryer than the Sahara, there is no way you would tell from the pics. Honestly, we both had a good time despite not feeling 100% and at least it was only a 45 minute ride out to the tour site, and a 2.5 hour excursion. We were back in our room by 2.30pm.
To add insult to injury, our expensive sneakers got TRASHED. The tour person at the hotel said to wear sneakers. What she didn't say was "wear sneakers you don't mind getting ruined." Of course, it just so happens that Hubby had purchased a new pair of bright-white, fancy sneakers from Fleet Feet Sports before we left for $140 - his first pair of good, new sneakers for some time. It took less than 5 minutes on those ATVs for them to be barely visible beneath a layer of mud. :o( Fortunately, I have a newer pair waiting for me at home so my grief was short-lived, but I can't even begin to tell you how horrible I felt for Hubby.
Yes, I admit, it was moi who wanted to stay on the dancefloor way past our bedtime the night before. And yes, it was moi who was giddy about the idea of ATV'ing it up the Jamaican mountains. So, yes, it was me that was to blame for Hubby's hangover and ruined fancy sneakers. I was so busy feeling bad for putting him through it all that I almost forgot I was hung over myself. I guess every cloud has a silver lining.
I'll be buying him new sneakers when we return.
p.s. We're having a GREAT time. It has stormed every day around noon but the sun comes out again around 4pm, when we grab our floaties and loll around in the still Caribbean water for a few hours before dinner. Today, through a mix-up, we missed our snorkeling trip but it's sunny and so we're heading out to catch some more vitamin D. Turrah!