First, let me tell you, it has been a fantastic two weeks. We had my bestie and her daughter, and so much excitement that I was not able to post!
Coki Beach is amazing. Some people don't love the interaction the "The Locals", but I do. I have never understood why people don't want to be bothered with a culture that they are going to experience. Coki beach is rich with real. It is stunning, the sand feels like satin, and it is surrounded by the mountainous islands. There are more tourist there, which is people watching heaven. They have a restaurant that I'm pretty sure I got a slight case of food poisoning from, avoid the conch in butter sauce, and drinks o plenty. "Webb", our server, was a hilarious conversationalist that was only interested in giving us a "blessed time", although he got shitty when we didn't have the cash and had to run to an ATM, and the next time we went, he didn't want us using his garbage can when we didn't buy our drinks from him. When we took Stef and Charlie (BFF & mini bff) there, a father and son team that made better drinks, took credit cards, and well, was just nicer and more social.
We got home and immediately jumped in the pool, which feels so good. The beach always makes me feel filthy, hate fuck filthy. I have also decided to take full advantage of our outside shower, there is something to bathing outside, I plan to equip it with all the trimmings, and use it as often as possible. Although, it doesn't exactly heat up like the others, but warmth in warmth seems excessive, not that I've ever been afraid of excessive, hell, I love excessive, and live for it really, this is starting to seem like a bad idea now.
Just a note, I erased and rewrote that "hate fuck" line like ten times, and then I thought, if you don't know what that feels like, take off your panties, you'll never want to see them again, and head out now and live, you're welcome in advance.
Stef and Charlie came in for 9 days. Most people couldn't be with someone for that long without some sort of annoyance. Stef and I don't have that, she gets me. NO.... she really gets me. People always talk about finding your soulmate to marry. I think that somewhat limits our search, see, you don't have to have sex with someone for them to be your soul mate, and I believe that we, especially women, can have something as special with our best friends, if not soul mates, seriously, what? She knows every single thing about me, she knows all the bullshit. She knows that I am totally full of shit sometimes, she knows and loves that side of me. She loves me unconditionally. I know this because she laughs at my failures (and laughs and laughs and laughs), celebrates my successes, and none of it matters. We love each others babies like our own.. and there is an unspoken language, like, when I had placed our beers in the freezer while she got Charlie to sleep... She looks at my face, holds up her (extra long E.T.) finger.... turns... and grabs the beers out of the freezer... no words, signals, nothing.
I'm not saying we don't get on each other's nerves, no, we do. But, when you know someone's whole story, it's much easier to give "grace". It is much easier to let it go, forgive, move on. It's much easier to stop it before it comes on too. If you've seen the crazy enough, you learn the patterns leading up to the big storm, and you know how to defuse.
The girls did better than we could ever dream. Sure we've had the occasional "SHE TOOK THE ONLY THING IN THE WORLD THAT I WILL EVER LOVE, EVER"... But... overall, they have been pretty simpatico. 3 years is a big difference, but they are both just babies, and Stef and I cannot believe that this is our life. Here we met, both out of a horrible break up, wild as hell, and here we are... "You're Tinkerbell and I'll be Vidia", if you don't get that, well, you don't have Disney so far up your ass that you eat, breath, and shit fairies, princesses, and what ever else Disney decides to drain our bank accounts with this month. WE.DO.DISNEY.UP.IN.THIS.BITCH. (wink, wink)
Day 7 was their breaking point, there comes a time when the two strongest lions in the pack need to decide who will be King... you never think about the pain and anguish the mother lionesses have to deal with. We learned that if they don't have two? We aren't buying it. We have decided that iPAD's and Limes have one thing in common, they are both worth going to war for.
Stef won the heart of Scarlett, finally. She let Jason and I go out for our anniversary. It was fantastic. Just to walk around with out carrying all kinds of gear, eat without being interrupted ninety times, and having a conversation that has nothing to do with your child, is just priceless. Which reminds me, I need to find a sitter on this island.
Stef gained more respect for stay at home moms, I gained more respect for people who are crazy enough to have more than one kid in the same decade..... Our girls are fierce, just the way we want them... but fierce is fierce, and you better come heavy.
It was weird when their "vacation" was over, mine isn't, mine isn't a vacation, it is my life now. She left, and I stayed.
I got pulled over for not having my front license plate on. With Stef, Charlie, and Scarlett in the car. I suddenly felt very far from the US, I had a quick visual of Claire Danes in that one creepy prison movie. It turns out, I didn't get any prison time, just a ticket, and a chance to not pay it if I got it installed and could find the cop by Monday at 5:00. Jason is downtown looking for him now.
I may write again about this week, I have so much to untangle in my mind... What a gift Stef gave me... I'll say it again... real friends are what make life.
