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."
Carrie "Okay. Just realized how that sounds."
Don't think we'll be going back there next year.