pity

I don't know who I pity more ya'll for actually reading what is likely to be my lengthiest post ever or me for writing it.

No wonder it took me next to forever to actually hack this out.  (Your Welcome Lesley!)

Anyways. Moving on.

About two weeks ago my Mom and I left for Mexico (Puerto Vallarta) to meet up with one of my closest childhood friends and her Mom.  We had no real plans, mostly just tan and take in a sight or two.

(Now for you sheer viewing pleasure I will enlighten you with a few pictures of...myself!)

Or maybe one of my Mom and I.

Day two we went into town, enjoyed Senor Frogs and did a little shopping.  Nothing to exciting. 

Finally we decided we needed to sign up for some excursions.  (Which for those of you out there who I went to Mexico with last year...it was the same guy!)

Our first excursion was to be mild.  A lovely Pirate Ship dinner cruise.  I did this cruise the last time I was down in PV and loved it!

Clearly I get a little excited about semi-good looking Pirates, what am I 12?

(No my eyes are not shut)

We had a great time, dinner was good they had a Native Mexican show before the main event...THE PIRATE SHOW!

As we took our seats for the show I was getting really excited, I had told everyone about the guy that jumps over board and the fireworks, and the really cruddy acting.  I am a sucker for cheesy acting.

About two minutes into the actual pirate show the pirates are having some battle over someones Sister with swords.

Well at some point one of the swords broke and came flying through the air hitting none other than, ME!

It hit my chin and all I thought was dang that's going to leave a bruise not even thinking I might be bleeding.  As I turned to look at the rest of my group the lady behind us (who was from AR and we had made friends with and was super sweet) said she's bleeding!

Throwing me into a complete tissy I cupped my hands and caught insane amounts of blood in my hands.  They whisked us away into a first aid room on the second floor.  Where some wanna be Chippendale's dancer turned pirate cleaned up my wound.  (With strict instruction from D's Mom P, a nurse...who was also taking care of my seasick Mother.  When it rains it pours)

(I stole that off D's facebook hence it being small)

After they got it all cleaned up and we got back to land (I was thanking my lucky stars we were only 35 minutes out) they took me to a Mexican hospital.

Ladies and Gentlemen I have never been so glad to live in American and have our health system, no matter the cost!

There was some talk of stitches, which I narrowly avoided.  Steri strips did the job and they told me to get a tetanus shot when I got back to America (ya think!)

They also applied a pressure bandage (fancy name for hideous) that had to stay on for 24 hours.  I contemplated staying in the room the whole next day.  I mean look at this...

Instead I decided to channel my inner Michael Jackson.

The hat I made so much fun of my Mom for buying, and I wore it.  Oh the horror. 

We went about our business in Mexico and I got to take the pressure bandage off and cover my battle wound with a band aid over the steri strips.  Much more tolerable and discreet.

We went zip lining which I almost ducked out on, I mean can ya blame me!  You take a sword to the face and not question if your doomed zipping across a jungle 400 feet up.

Obviously that wasn't 400 ft.  This was the last one to the bridge and the only picture my Mom got.  Don't worry she bought the video of the really high ones.  If you ever have nothing better to do for 45 minutes I am sure she would let you borrow it.

Band aid and all and you can barely see it. 

Mom's and girls.

And just because I lived through zip lining I took my braveness to another level.  Para sailing. 

When I called Belle.of.the.Blog to tell her all about the trip and how much I missed her being there like last time we had this conversation.

Me: Yeah, and just because I hadn't had enough excitement on the last day I went para sailing.

Belle: Megan didn't we decide against that the last time because it was sketchy and unsafe.

Me: Yes we did.  Although we thought the pirate ship was safe, and clearly wasn't

So that ya'll was our trip in a nutshell.  We really did have a wonderful time minus that one incident.  It makes me so grateful to have the best parents in the World.  I wouldn't trade them for anything.