Jess and I are back from Mexico and I am slowing digging myself out of what I sincerely refer to as a "Mexican work" hole. Yes there are e-mails to return, phone calls to make, people to evict, and meetings to attend. How I wish I was still in Mexico!
We decided to go to Mexico spur of the moment last Thursday when I discovered that my wedding planner A) doesn't speak english, B) doesn't return e-mails and C) sucks in general. NOW that I'm home and have had the opportunity to meet with her, I realize that she A) doesn't speak english, B) avoids people at all costs and C) sucks in general. Jess feels the trip was "wildly successful" and feels I need to embrace any cultural differences that she and I may have. I'm all "Can I do that when it's more convenient for me like NOT on my WEDDING DAY?" On a brighter note...
We flew first class on the way down. That's right. I told Jess "Look, this is the way it is. I need comfy seats, ample leg room and an open bar if I am to prepare properly for this wedding"
"Oh, and Jess, I NEED to stay in an uber romantic room that is authentically Mexico with a mosquito net over the bed and an inroom Jacuzzi."
And Jess, just one last thing. Get up there so I can see exactly how it will be. O.k. now lean over. Pretend like you're kissing me. good. a little to the left. No switch sides. Left is my best side, you know. Hmm. This light is iffy. O.k. good enough. Thank you.
Alright, alright. I'll fess up! We have no idea how we ended up flying first class, more than likely a computer glitch. The uber romantic room was an accidental reservation on the 3rd floor of an inner city hotel on a busy street with a noisy taqueria below. And Jess doing my bidding is just a dream. One that I'm definitely holding out for, but for now, just that.
I believe this version of the truth is what they call COPING. I hope to perfect it in the near future.