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Chick Trip 2012

Put 5 women in a condo on the beach, add Jello-O shots and Pina Coladas and what do you get? One helluva good time. We laughed so hard our sides hurt, watched old Saturday Night Live episodes, talked about husbands and kids, and ate lots of good seafood. I had forgotten just how much fun women are. No wonder men like us so much and well they should.

We all flew off to Tampa, St. Pete and drove over to Indian Shores Beach. I liked it much better than the beach at South Padre Island here in Texas. On Padre the water is 80 thousand miles from the start of the sand. By the time you get down to the water you have a heat stroke, then you have to slog 80 thousand miles back to the Tiki bar for treatment.



The Indian shores beach is nice and short. You walk out of the Condo, stagger a few steps and BAM, there’s the water. Throw down a towel and a couple of shots and you’re good to go.

cabana bliss

Cabana Bliss

Being a snow queen, I rented a cabana chair the first day. I knew I was going to cook like a lobster if I didn’t. It worked out great. Didn’t even mess with my iPod much because listening to the waves was so relaxing and hypnotic.

Early May is a good time to go. The spring break insanity is over and done with and kids are still in school. Don’t want to traumatize the young ones with images of old ladies in 2 piece bathing suits drinking and telling tales not for under aged ears.

We all dutifully brought along our respectable one piece granny suits. But after one day of watching bodies waddling down the shore and the beached human whales in the sand, this plan went out the window. We went shopping! No shortage of inexpensive bathing suits in Florida.

don't ask

Don’t Ask – Don’t Tell

The second day found us all in our cute little 2 pieces with our oiled up fish white bellies gleaming in the sun. Of course we all burned our bellies. Mine still itches a bit, but it looks better than it did before the trip. Walking the beach while sucking in your gut is great exercise it turns out. Much more fun than ab crunches or sit ups too.

One of our crew had to go to an urgent care office to get some steroid shots and assorted meds. She had an allergic reaction to soy and woke up the next morning with a red face and Mick Jagger lips. We laughed until we realized that this wasn’t her usual morning look. OK, we still laughed and so did she. We were sympathetic, I swear! But all went well. By that afternoon she was back in the saddle and walking the beach.

So a good time was had by all. We decided that this needs to be an annual trip. Girls only, with 3 rules; 1) no men, 2) no kids and 3) no pets. I suggested a 4th rule: no texting your significant other every 5 minutes, but got voted down. Oh well, maybe that is just one too many rules. All in all it was paradise on earth.

Recipe for Peach Jell-O shots:

1 package peach jell-o
1 cup water
1 cup Peach Schnapps
Put in shot cups, put cups in fridge, drink shots

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