- I don't wear neon anything
- I wouldn't know what to do at a foam party other than make a fake beard and mustache
- I get cranky if I have to stay out past midnight
- I loathe wristbands
- I don't enjoy RedBull
- I can't dance like Kernan Coleman
- I'd rather listen to this version of Kenny G and Michael Bolton for 24 hours straight, than subject myself to one hour of thumping techno
- I'll never be okay with being the creepy old lady in the corner--unless it's at my funeral
- I don't think my life insurance policy would cover an Ecstasy overdose
But, The Professor being The Professor, had a few tricks up his sleeves. The first one was to find the best bakery on the island, Pasteleria Los Andenes, and stick one giant pastry in my mouth to stop the complaining:
The Bakery |
Maybe the best pastry ever. |
Even better the second time. |
Okay, three times. But sometimes with trickery, one can fall prey to his own traps, like this one:
Neither I, nor The Professor went to the disco that night. Turns out they have a strict "no fat-pant" policy. Ginger wins again.
Ibiza 0
Ginger 1
LMAO. You are such a criminal mastermind. xoxo -km
ReplyDeleteI learned from the best, Miss Morelli! xo
ReplyDeleteJohnna - I never say this, but i am actually LOLing at this post. hahah picturing you at your funeral being old and creepy in the corner while i sit there and revel over my new baking goods... thats a knee slapper. I also secretly want to see you at a rave rockin a wrist band on the same hand that is holding your sugar free red bull. watching. judging.
ReplyDeleteneedless to say I miss you.
I miss all y'all and so which you were here with me to fake-hate on Ibiza. xo
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