Bon Voyage
A few years ago, The Fiancé and I went on a Jamaican vacation with my parents and one of my brothers. The Fiancé and I were a last-minute add-on, and the fact that my parents agreed to let The Fiancé and me stay in the same room premaritally (GASP) was a really, really big deal.
Five days before the trip, I got a voicemail from my mother (cue serious Midwest accent): "Hi, Josey. I have Jamaica news. Well, see, the travel agent who booked your room screwed up and marked you down for a room that she'd already promised to someone else. So to make it up to you -- and they really do feel terrible -- she's booking you and [The Fiancé] at another hotel that's just down the beach. It's really lucky that they found anything at all since it's such a peak travel time. And anyway, you'll love it. It's couples only. So just call me back to confirm that this is okay with you, and I'll let her know. The hotel is called Hedonism. Thanks!"
Fortunately I caught my mother in time to say that, nooooo, it's not even a little bit okay that The Fiancé and I stay at Hedonism. And the travel agent ended up finding us a room at a, um, more conventional hotel. The end.
This story was brought to you by... the owners of LoveVooDoo.com, who just sent me a press release about LoveVooDoo Fest '06, which they held at Hedonism III in Run Away Bay, Jamaica. The LoveVooDoo.com members include "swingers, nudists, pollyamours and exhibitionists."
And I just keep thinking how fun it would have been for my parents to take a stroll up the beach to visit their daughter and her new boyfriend... at Hedonism. Thank you, LoveVooDoo.com, for resurfacing that memory. I must have pyschologically blocked it out.
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Oh but think of the great times you could have had for YEARS to come telling and retelling the story of the time you stayed at Hedonism and your parents came to visit. ;)
um, I wanna hear how you described this "hotel for couples" to your mother to let her know it was WAY not okay?
Reminds me of the time I answered the door and there's a man standing there with a baggy of some type of "herb" shall we say. I told my mom - and her eyes got big... and she said "is that what they use to make those cocaine brownies?"
AH - midwestern moms!
Coco, I've got a midwestern mom, too. I guarantee she is not even aware that drugs can be put in brownies.
She would probably ask what it does to the flavor. And assume that the flavor must be improved; otherwise, why would anyone put drugs in brownies?
I hate when people refer to their SOs as the Fiancé and the Boyfriend. It's overused. Cute blog though.
It's not just midwestern moms who are naive. We are from the Northeast and my mom accused me of bringing pot into the house when it was a bag of potpourri. She wasn't convinced until I told her we could both get in the car with it and go to the police station. I kind of wish she'd taken me up on it. It would have made a better story.
Hi, Reality Bites--
FYI: I don't refer to him as "The Fiance" to be annoying... just to protect the innocent. ;) I'm glad you like the blog, though! Please keep visiting and commenting!
Josey
Well did you even ask your Fiance if she wanted to go to Hedo? If she did and you didn't.. have her call me! LOL!