NJM23 - Entry #12 in These Foolish Things

Sunday evening. I’m home from Mexico and exhausted. Whew. What a freaking trip. That truly took a lot out of me.

Disclaimer: All of the things I’m about to say below are going to sound petty and very first-world problem-y, but it’s what’s on my mind tonight.

I have a ton of things to say about the girls. I want to work through my emotions about this because I honestly don’t want to lose friendships over this, but I can’t take another trip if Anni is going to be a mean, sloppy, disrespectful drunk during all of our trips.

And look, There have already been girls who were singled/kicked out of this group for being negative about one thing or another - I don’t want to be singled out, but I also don’t want Anni to be singled out either. I don’t think either of us will, but I do feel like there is going to need to be some honest communication before our next trip.

I’ve also decided that Mexico is not really my jam for vacations. As I’ve said over and over, I’m not a beachy girl. But I don’t really think I’m much of a Mexico girl on top of that sentiment. I mean, it was fine enough, and maybe it was the resort where we stayed, but I was not impressed (even though this particular hotel is listed as a Five Star Resort) with the venue or the “all-inclusive” stuff that’s not really all-inclusive at all. Everywhere we went and everything that we did had some sort of extra charge added on. And then every…single…person needed a tip here and another tip there. I thought the big tips came at the end? Well, yeah, we also gave huge tips at the end on TOP of the tips every time someone even looked our direction.

And the kicker this morning was that, even though we’d booked a separate car service for me to get to the airport early (my flight was earlier than everyone else’s), we confirmed it with our butler (yes, every room has a personal butler - jeez, I sound so bougie!!), but even with confirmation texts and tons of details, my car was never ordered (!!), so there I look like a prima donna asking where my car was and why wasn’t it ordered and NOBODY would do anything about it. They were all like… “OH WELL. Looks like your car wasn’t ordered after all. Looks like you’re on your own.” Like, these people could not give one tiny shit about ANYTHING once I’d checked out of my little portion of the vacation.

So I finally had them call me a cab and thank GOD the driver spoke fantastic English. I know I got lucky with this one because (a) sometimes these taxi drivers are totally NOT legit and who knows what they could do with a clueless white woman, and (b) the jerks at the resort valet stand told the driver that I was taking a domestic flight instead of a flight back to the freaking United States!

And yeah, I know the taxi driver quoted me a bogus fare because they ALL take advantage of the situation, I was just grateful that I’d had enough tip money to pay for my cab ride to the airport!

There’s so, so, sooooo much more, but I’m going to end here because I’m such a complain-y pants tonight because I’m just so dog-tired.

Speaking of dogs…I got my Martini back tonight too! Sweet C brought her back to me today and we had a good chit chat and I’m just so grateful that he loves Martini and kept her for five days. And though he’s not trustworthy at all with times and super hard to pin down, I’m still going to take him to dinner to thank him for his love and care of my heart and soul while I was gone.

Okay, that’s ending on a high note right there.

Tomorrow starts a new work week…whee! Here we go!
GS