Hi everybody! Nope, still not Alice. She’s still off having ridiculous amounts of fun that she will probably brag all about when she gets back. So today you are all stuck with me, Lyla. I usually bitch and moan about my ex boyfriend over here. Just kidding… he’s not the only thing I bitch and moan about.
I want to apologize to everyone in advance. This post might not make much sense because I plan on downing a bottle of wine while I type. Guest blogging makes me a little nervous, especially after reading all the awesome ones that have been up the last few days. Pretty intimidating.
Before she left us all to go have tons of fun I asked Alice if she had any ideas of topics I could use as motivation. Her suggestion was “I’m taking a trip somewhere….maybe you could write about a trip you’ve been on?”
I must confess that I do not travel well. I cry every time I take off and land in a plane. My stomach never agrees with the food. Any trip longer than 4 days and I’m upset and home sick. I’m a wimp like that.
But despite all those set backs I have managed to see some really wonderful places. I’ve been all over the US. From New York to California, Florida to Washington and everywhere in between. I’ve managed to make it up to Canada a few times and absolutely loved Vancouver and Victoria.
But..my most memorable vacation was, by a landslide, my trip to Nassau in the Bahamas. Most memorable not because of the beauty of the islands. Or the great food. Or the fabulous fun times getting drunk in the sun.
Nope. It was very pretty, and the sun was shiny and stuff, but it’s the most memorable for me because I was miserable the entire time. My mother(the greatest woman in the universe) planned the whole trip. 7 days of fun in the sun, completely paid for by her, for myself and my boyfriend.
Well, I’m sure you can probably guess what happened. 3 weeks before we were scheduled to leave, Skinny(the ex) dumped me.
Everything was already planned and paid for so we had no choice but to still go. Together. As EX-boyfriend and Ex-girlfriend. Were were trying to maintain a friendship so it didn’t seem like it would be that difficult to get along for a week. What should have been a relaxing week on the beach turned into us getting drunk everyday and discussing what went wrong with our relationship. An entire week of blaming the other person for everything that went wrong.
It’s a good thing we were able to switch our king bed for two doubles because one of us might have smothered the other in their sleep. Every night we’d stumble back to our room drunk and spend the next hour or so arguing from our separate beds before we fell asleep.
The last night we were there, I remember laying in my bed, the breeze from the open balcony door had that perfect salty beach smell. I could hear the waves from the ocean and the moonlight was just perfect. It was possibly the most romantic beach setting I’d ever been in but I was laying there crying because I felt so lonely. Over in his bed, Skinny was snoring.
At the time I was pissed. What a waste. But looking back on it….there really is no better way to find closure than to be forced to spend a week, sharing a room together, in a strange country where you have no one else to talk to.
So my advice to everyone that may be planning a trip with a bf or gf…..always have a back-up plan. You never know when you may get dumped.