I’m royally behind. Like when you get Thank You letters halfway written and then realize four months later that you STILL haven’t sent them. And then you’re in that awkward stage where you totally appreciate the gift, but sending the card is just going to remind them that you’re a classic Martha failure.
And I can barely get started with the first part of our trip recap.
Let me assure you… no matter how crazy and improbable it seems in writing here… it was a million zillion times more so in person. These people seriously know how to have fun. It might help that none of us really fuss about dignity around eachother… as evidenced within the first 42 seconds of excited hugs and greetings - then turning around to see Jay relieving himself in a restaurant fountain.
Nothing like public urination to break the ice.
Our awesomesauce hosts had been convinced to endure the humiliation of an anniversary dinner at their “favorite” place. (Ahh yes, the post where GunDiva and her sibs pretty much ensured that Beel could be entitled to a lifetime grudge :)
See how cute they are?
Not telling which somebody had just licked somebody.
Then we dared to pass through those hallowed doors and be transported to a place like no other in the world.
Go back and say that again with a James Earl Jones voice and one eyebrow raised.
There ya go.
I was completely uninitiated on the legend that is Casa Bonita. As in “the neverending place that seats 1000 people, has a two-story waterfall with dive shows and skits with guys in gorilla suits, comes replete with a haunted cave, mining shaft, massive animated dragon, a wishing well with a crazy guy laughing at the bottom of it, and a million ways to get lost and suddenly find yourself in a giant fairytale ballroom with mirrored ceilings and a stage with velvet curtains.”
It was more than a little awe-inspiring to try to figure out where the restaurant actually ended.
Let’s just say my camera skills pretty much sucked with the dramatic low-light areas.
See what happens when you use flash?
Itty Bit was not excited to run poor Beel ragged all over the restaurant. Not a bit.
The dude scored mega points when he took him BEHIND the waterfall.
GunDiva did NOT score mega points when she took me through a “it’s only scary for kids” tunnel, then totally laughed when I screamyelped at a freaky monster thing moving toward me.
Seriously y’all… I thought I was going to wet myself, then I looked at GunDiva and realized that SHE was just as likely to wet herself laughing.
So we couldn’t pass up pictures in front of the waterfall. Which you clearly cannot even see in these pics.
And I am dying y’all. (You can tell, because I can’t stop using “y’all”). Beel and Mr. Daddy are pulling their “normal” act, and Jay is totally gangsta after marking the fountain outside earlier, and Itty Bit? Well Itty Bit looks like he’s having some sort of sign language Tourettes. That’s my boy.
And you don’t have to biggerfy the picture below… I’m doing that thing where I’m so happy I oversmile and give myself a couple of extra chins. Look how ridiculously cute Jay and GunDiva are!
Really… Beel and Itty Bit just pretty much walked around looking like photo ops waiting to happen.
Now read that sign again. See what I mean about GunDiva’s bladder challenge? Tsk tsk.
So after we survived the interior, we headed back out to the fountain
of urination and attempted a photo shoot.
First it was insanely windy, so pardon the fact that I’m eating my hair in three out of four shots.
Oh look, how sweet! Beel is giving Itty Bit a coin to toss into the fountain… such a nice guy.
Seriously? Did he just put.it.in.his.pocket??!?!
I can’t see anything.
BOOGIE! You can’t do that!
And this is what he had to say about that. Can you SEE why I had no pictures to use for Christmas cards this year???
Now that I think about it… I’m not sure which was crazier: Casa Bonita or US?
Anyone else sneak away for a weekend and live to blog about it?