Trip Reviews, Ratings and Comments - Trip Review - Blue Bay Village

Main Page | Trip Report Main Page | Add a Trip Report | Search Report's

Day 1 (aka Who picked THIS line?) Arriving at the airport at 6am after receiving a patient emergency call at 2am, I'm a little bleery. Remember me, the one who wanted to know how to sleep before vacation? Not an issue when the answering service calls in the middle of the night. Sis and GI Jane have already checked in, the Doc and Midge are well ahead of us and we're not late for a change. Then comes line trouble-a couple somehow has misplaced something and is now monopolizing 2 of 3 ticketing agents. We've got plenty of time but I've not had enough coffee and the manager in me wants to start reorganizing the entire process. We finally get our boarding passes and are on the plane in an instant. Other than a flight attendant who absolutely reeked of liquor and was a little wobbly, the flight was uneventful. Our layover in St. Louis is generous and the guys find a bar and are watching the 3 Stooges and drinking a beer at 9am. What is it about guys and 3 Stooges? They all laughed at the exact same scenes and found hiliarity where those of us minus a Y chromosome can't. Boys are buzzed as we board the timely plane. Then time starts to slip by and the announcement comes inviting 2 people to disembark and take a later flight to Miami and then Cancun in exchange for travel vouchers. Now I can understand overbooking a flight to Toledo Ohio in anticipation of no-shows but who wouldn't show up to go to Cancun. I could have Dengue fever and they would have put my fanny on that plane. Two generous souls take up TWA on the offer but now they must remove their luggage due to international flight rules. Every single piece of luggage came out of the plane's belly while they tried to locate their luggage. I'm thinking-wouldn't it be funny if they're luggage missed the connecting from somewhere (like Toledo Ohio) and it's not even on the plane. A full hour of drinkless, movie-less time passed and we were ready to fly. Remember the tipsy flight attendant? Would have taken her service in an instant over Monique the Monster! Watched a full fledged catfight ensue between Monique and other attendants over the proper completion of the customs card. Monique believed that any prescription drug must be claimed-the others felt only those with agricultural use were subject to announcement. By the time, each party had paged their respective views, the entire plane was confused. Since I wasn't carrying a gallon of Round-Up, I didn't claim any farming medicine. We land peacefully (none of the flight attendants are talking to each other) and disembark. The guys have not been to Cancun before and it's fun to watch their reaction to the water as we flew, the jungle wilderness that opens to the airport and the smoky mob scene known as the airport. Again, Naked Guy and I pick the wrong line. Someone who apparently spoke no language, carried documents written in invisible ink and just enjoyed gazing into the custom's agents eyes, held our line up. We watched 15 other families pass thru the line next to ours and we didn't move once. A scary looking man chain smoking tried to track down those nice camouflaged men to do something, what he had in mind, I can't imagine but eventually the zombie lady moved and things proceeded nicely. We retrieved our luggage and headed toward the stop lights. 5 greens, 1 red-Sis is always the one who gets stopped, I've never had a speeding ticket (advantage to being Barbie) but I've been w/Sis when she has. She's always the one. Quick peek at her Victoria's Secret collection and we're on our way to the shuttle. Well, at least the last two years, it was a shuttle, this year it's a full bus. We load up and in accordance with today's theme, we wait. 30 minutes. We start to laugh fondly at the memory just hours before that we'd be at the hotel room 3 hours prior to check in and have to stash our luggage-it's now 3pm. A rather inebriated guy gets frustrated and has a little conversation with our agency rep and the next thing we know, we're rolling. The hotel is just as I remembered (okay it's only been a year but you need to know I'm directionally challenged and familiarity is a plus for me-friends have lost time on vacations trying to relocate me after leaving to just find a restroom)and we all get our rooms with plans to change into suits and head for the beach. After an hour of hot sun (did I mention it was cold back home?) we go inside to find our agency rep and book some tours for the week. Shower, dinner at the hotel. Our plan is party/rest/party/rest, you get the idea, for the week. We do a bit of partying at the hotel, learn the BBV dance and all are reluctant to leave the beautiful weather so we have a drink outside, okay maybe two drinks, who's counting, it's vacation. Midge and the Doc's rooms are further away from ours so we say goodnight and the rest of the party heads toward our room. That's when Sis decides to hold her first ever moon--remember today's theme about lines? Some lines should never be shared among friends--tan lines make that list. Oh well, it was harmless, and fulfilled a "things never done" task but wait....oh there goes Naked Guy. A couple of beers and the guy just can't keep his clothes on....off come the shorts and he's running through the patio at midnight. I'm so proud. Especially when he moons us from the window on the 2nd floor. Hold on folks, this could be a bumpy trip......Day 2 to follow.

Submitted by: Julie -- juliedrews@home.com
Hits: 0

Want to add a Review on this report?

Please completely fill out the form below, and we'll add your review as soon as possible.

Your Rating: *

1 2 3 4 5

Subject: *

By Line:

Your Review: *

Your Review: *

Your Name: *

Your E-mail: *