Sorry for the temporary MIAness but days three and four of Cabo we didn't do much or really take any pictures and if I posted about those days you all would have been like "Ugh this is SO boring, why am I even reading this? Why do I even read this blog? I'm never reading this blog again."
And I can't have that happen. So I didn't post those days.
Also, I was trying to take a small break from the web because when my husband was filling out customs forms on the plane he first wrote "She lives on the internet" for my address.
|My sister and my best friend made me this shirt when I got engaged. Because when I was still in the 'pestering Ryan to propose' phase of my life, I had a shirt made that said "Currently Filing Single. Looking To File Jointly."|
But anyway, day five was the complete opposite of days three/four. Because we became a group of seven and sort of went a little crazy. No judging blogstalkers. It was St. Patrick's Day. And even though the man I married is a big Jew, his name is somehow Ryan Patrick Gallagher and he thus must celebrate St. Patrick's day with enthusiasm.
If you haven't read them already, you can find Cabo Day One HERE and Cabo Day Two HERE.
I'm going to do this post in two parts, because there are one million pictures. And Day six is looking a little boring (I am currently sitting inside covered in aloe, eating kiwis and listening to Jimmy Buffett music.) So it'll give me something to post about tomorrow.
But I'll start with dinner on Day four. We went to a place called Las Mariscadas. It was SO good.
Right away they brought us chips and three different salsas: Mild, Medium and Hot. Danny took a big scoopful of the Medium and immediately got the hiccups. I smelled the Hot salsa and burnt the inside of my nose. Seriously.
|Can you see the beginnings of what will soon be a sunburn of marvelous proportions on my face?|
|"This is the best soup I have had in my entire life. And I have had some truly excellent soups. Don't tell your mom. I don't want her to stop making me soups." Guess who said that.|
|Tentacles!! Ryan can no longer fault me for having brought all of my tentacles to Mexico because they clearly belong here. Even if the customs person who went through my bag was somewhat confused.|
|There were tentacles on this platter too.|
And then I was like "I do not ALWAYS have Cheetos in my purse."
And Ryan was like "Prove it."
And I was like "Not right now thank you."
But moving on. Sean made friends with a fish.
|And then Sean ate his friend the fish. But not before making its dead fish mouth talk to us all even though we asked him to stop repeatedly.|
We just headed home and to bed after dinner. Danny and Katie had to get up early to head back to the airport and collect his girlfriend and her BFF.
|Meet Girl Ryan. We sometimes also call her Decent Ryan.|
|And Elyse. We make her ride in the trunk. She is a very agreeable person.|
We started at Happy Endings because Ryan liked the name.
And yes those are double shots of tequila on the table.
|And then Katie made a fort out of our empty beer boxes.|
|And then Ryan bought a tee shirt with the girl behind us on it. Because "she looks like you."|
|She looks surprised but really she's thinking "Hurry up and finish that beer and then drink another beer. I need more boxes for my fort."|
|YOLO is "You Only Live Once" which is Katie's current mantra and sort of the theme of this trip. If you look closely we all signed the top "Lauren, Ryan (Boy), Katie, Elyse, Danny, Ryan (Girl)."|
Also, apparently when Girl Ryan was little she couldn't say "peekaboo" so instead she said "buckabee"which makes absolutely no sense but which has earned her the nickname 'Bucky'.
So when we saw this dollar, we got this picture for her to give to her parents. They are going to be so pleased.
|"And this is our second daughter, Fucken Bucky."|
I'll post the second half of our story tomorrow. But here is a sneak peek.
|He really really loves Clown Fish. Seriously. It rivals my monkey obsession.|
|I was all "To cool to smile for the camera fellows?" And then Ryan was like "I really regret using the word fellow last night."|