Friday, March 24, 2006

Hand Tan/Monkey Poo For You

I am back and I think I have killed off a good portion of brain cells during this trip. It was awesome fun. Too many funny stories to narrow it down to one.

Carrie had this hand cream on the counter in her kitchen - placed just so that every time you walked by it you could moisturize. The cream smells so nice that I just moistened my hands every damn chance I got. It took five days for Carrie to tell me this was tanning cream. So know I have a really great tan... but only on my hands. Kind of orange. Looks dead sexy. This is actually the basis to begin a very funny chain of practical jokes - wouldn't you say? And imagine me trying to explain this to my manicurist in this really hoity toity spa on the island? She just kept looking at me and blinking. Not nearly as much fun, however, as Carrie had trying to explain the handcuff bruises she got from when Kyle was demonstrating how to use them. (job related) It was all very innocent. The conversation went something like this (keep in mind we are extremely hungover so have peanut butter brains);
Manicurist "Wow, that is a horrible bruise. What happened?"
Carrie "Oh. Handcuffs."
Uncomfortable silence.
Carrie "Okay. Just realized how that sounds."
Don't think we'll be going back there next year.

3 comments:

Carrie in BC said...

"What are ya, independently wealthy or something?" Nice looking bodyguard you had there...

Carrie in BC said...

Okay, changed my screen name so as not to be confused with carrie in ONT

elizabeth said...

Very good. oh and yeah - he was hot. But watch out for his handcuffs...