I realize it's been like 85 years since I last blogged and twice that long since I even mentioned my hella fun girls' trip to Punta Cana.
I mean it's been over a month ago since I went. But hell, some bloggers post about their weddings 5 years after they got married so I guess it's okay if I post about my vacation I took a month ago.
In my solo post regarding Punta Cana, I mentioned a "beach mime" that terrorized my days while we were there.
Day 1 we were sunning on the beach. Enjoying the scenery and trying to avoid eye contact with topless grandma's and Mandy points out..."there's a mime on this beach."
I turn and look and sure enough an effin' "beach mime" as we referred to him was walking up and down the beach carrying an all black flag with the word REVIVE on it and handing out flyers.
I was in no mood to be accosted by some solicitor dressed as a crappy clown.
So I did what any person would do, I put on my sunglasses and pretended to be asleep.
It started to rain so we went and sat under a little thatch umbrella by the pool to wait it out. As the clouds part and the rain stops I see "Beach Mime" in the distance.
I point him out to Mandy and I see him slowly heading our way...still carrying that dumbass flag.
She starts laughing at just the sight of him and I immediately yell at her to stop and pretend like she's asleep otherwise "Beach Mime" will think we're friendly and walk up to us.
She continues laughing hysterically to which I scream "I'm fucking serious. Pretend you're asleep. Don't fuck this up!"
She's still chuckling but complying with my requests.
I tilt my head to the side and as he approaches closer I do one of those "head falling because I'm asleep" moves. You know the ones where if you're sitting up and your head falls down after you've quickly fallen asleep.
Yup...I faked one of those just to not have "Beach Mime" come up to me.
He passed and then we went back to the beach.
We saw him all the time after that and he never approached us. The sick thing? He was always wearing the same outfit.
Next on the Punta Cana agenda...that time I went to a club...in a cave.




















