Last Thursday me and The Hubster got a chance to sneak away for a little R & R down in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. He won the trip, and one of the perks of his work is these things are all expenses paid–flight, food, room and booze…lots and lots of booze. The resort we stayed at was all-inclusive and absolutely stunning, but the problem was it’s Spring Break…Cabo was overrun with horny college students and pathetic adults clinging desperately to their youth.

There were also other concerns…

My Afro was frisked at the airport by homeland security. I’d heard it happened to other people, but with ‘fros twice as big. What the heck did they think I was hiding in there–a switchblade?!

Then…

All the booze–specifically mojitos and vodka tonics–left me at risk for being thrown overboard during an apoplectic dance solo during the booze cruise along the Sea of Cortez…

And drinking…pretty much everywhere…

And you might get paranoid when your husband goes snorkeling in 50-degree water and think he’s faked his own death so he can quit his job and get a kabillion in insurance money…

But there were a few high points…

…I managed to stay on track with my healthy diet and I took my Ballet Body videos with me for remote-torture.

Then there’s this…

And this…

And this…

And…this…

On the other hand…meh. I can’t think of any reason why the hell not to go to Cabo during Spring Break, so…forget everything I just said.

CHEERS!!