Just Coasting Day 2

Alright people day 2 in Costa Rica came and went.It was the most chill day ever. I woke up at the ass crack of dawn and decided “let me put on my swimsuit and chill all day” I grabbed my trusty laptop so I could keep you guys posted and chilled all damn day. I felt sexy and amazing and I can NOT complain!!! There is something about not caring about what others think. There is something about just loving and enjoying… YOU!!

 

waking up so early and experiencing my surroundings was freaking AHHHH-MAZING!!! Like there is no way to be stressed while here… AT ALL!!!! FOR WHAT?!?!?! Why do you have to stress over while in Costa Rica?!?!?!? NOTHING!!! NOTH-ING!!! **lip smack and eye roll here**

 

This was also the day that mom was arriving!!!! **insert teeny bopper squeal here** I’m like “Mom lands at 120p so she won’t arrive to the cabin until maybe 3. You gotta factor in customs and luggage and all that jazz. So anyway I wait… and wait… and wait… and wait some more. I go back and forth from hammock to cabin. While waiting for mom I parked myself in one of the many hammocks around the tiny resort and zoned out. The wind was blowing, the sun was out and it basically lulled me to sleep. YAAAASSS!!! Sleeping in a hammock in paradise can now be checked off of my bucket list. So 230 comes and goes… 3 comes and goes… 330 comes and goes. Im calling my mom because I was like “Did my mom get the right taxi?? Was she kidnapped?? Why is she not answering her phone yet??” FINALLY about 345 she arrived and that was when FOOLERY went down.  Im goofy… Like super goofy so I know I get it from my mom because she is SUPER GOOFY but in a really corny way. She cornballs like no other. LMBO!!!!

 

I call the taxi dude to come and pick us up. Mind you he speaks NO ENGLISH and my mom speaks NO SPANISH. I told her homeboy did not speak English. Why did she continue to talk to him in English and when he just looked at her, she slowed down her words. DUDE… HE DOES NOT SPEAK ENGLISH!!! LMBO!!! Our driver busted out laughing. So he would talk to me and I would translate for her. He took us into Tamarindo so we could explore a bit as well as find something to eat. We get to Tamarindo and its noisy in a way but not in an annoying way. We walked from shop to shop and I bought two romper like things. YES YALL!!! I bought something that wasn’t backpack or sweat pants/hoodie related!!!! GO ME!!! We walked some more and were like “WE NEED FOOD!!!!!” We walked to one place and they had sushi but we weren’t feeling sushi so we asked where we could get tacos. He told us to go up the hill and make a left. We HIT THE JACKPOT YO!!!!! Little taco place run by a dude thats from Texas!!!! Tacos were UNFREAKIN REAL!!!!!!! And on top of that we got the Micheladas(I think thats how its spelled) YOOOOOOOOOO! AMAZING!!!!!

 

So after a taco grub we decided to hit this little bodega for some bottles of water and mango nectar. We walk in and its all groovy until we heard a **THWACK** It sounded like someone threw a brick at the freezer window!!! Me being me… I threw up the bows and started bobbing and weaving like I was in a Ludacris video Mom just goes “Oh Khrys its just a grasshopper” Y’all. That was not a grasshopper… It was some kind of science experiment that was SUPPOSED to be a “grasshopper”. It was the size of my forearm NO BULLSHIT!!! Grasshopper my ass!!! The damn thing was watching me!!! It was moving all slow like a lion on the prowl… Yo you got me messed up. I move right on out the way and went to another fridge to find nectar. Im looking and mom goes “Did you find it?” I said “Yup right here” She goes “let me see” I turn to show her and she’s holding Gregory the GIGANTIC GRASSHOPPER by the middle of his body talking bout “Look!!!”  Y’all thats the first time in life I almost called my mom “bitch” LMBO!!!! I didn’t because I didn’t want to lose my life in Costa Rica but she almost got throat punched for real. All I could say was “See you play too much!!!” LMBO!!  She was like “its just a grasshopper.” “No. Noooo its not ‘JUST A GRASSHOPPER’ Why don’t you understand this?!?!?!?!?!”

We made it back to our awesome cabin and I went to unlock the door and Gregory’s baby cousin decided to pay a visit. George took flight and I swung and was inches from socking mom in the nose. LMBO!!!! I’m ok with little bugs but the big ass ginormous ones that make me feel like Im in “Honey I Shrunk The Kids” I can TOTALLY do without. Lets see what day 3 will have in store for us.

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Kick Off

Thursday started my vacation. YES!!! I worked for a few hours and then headed home. My mom arrived late Thursday night. So to kick off my vacation the RIGHT way, I told my mom: “Yo we gotta be up by 4-4:30 so we can make it to Central Park by 6 so we can go see Pitbull.” Now my mom LOVES her some Pitbull. There is something about this Puerto Rican man that does something for her. HA!!! She turns into a total fan girl when his music comes on. Its hilarious!!

We woke up at 4, made it to Central Park by 530 and were in line ready to GO!!! We were standing near the back of the line until the Security guy told everyone to move in. Sooooo me and mom moved in… meaning we walked our happy asses to the FRONT of the line. We  had to stand there for like 30 minutes until the gates opened. When those gates opened we did the granny speed walk all the way to the front of the stage. We were right behind the VIP area and RIGHT at the gate that was around the stage. Basically front row standing

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So we talked and laughed with a few people around us. There was a group of annoying young girls behind us talking about their drunken escapades and they were talking really loud. They elbowed us a couple of times trying to get the perfect selfie so instead of slapping them like I wanted to… I made sure my black ass was all up in their picture smiling from ear to ear. Uggggh rude people annoy the crap out of me. ANYWAY we are standing out here waiting for my moms dream man to appear and it starts to DOWN POUR!!! My mom looked like a drowned long haired chihuahua and I looked like a drowned poodle. Did we care??? HELL NO because it was a PITBULL concert. 815 comes around and this happensIMG_0597

Thats right people. I like some of his music. There is something about it that makes your body move. His voice… I know he is Puerto Rican and I think he is from Miami but when he talks it almost has a slow New Orleans drawl to it… Until he speaks in Spanish… OH MAH GAH!!! To make a long story short… His voice will MELT your panties off. He could talk to me ALL DAMN DAY  about absolutely nothing and I would swoon. Yeh its thats good you guys. His concert was AMAZING!! I got to see my mom LOSE.HER. SHIT for an hour and half and it was HILARIOUS!!! She was fan girl for most of it but when he sang “Fireball”… She LOST IT!! His energy is amazing. He keeps the party going the entire time he is on stage and he seems like a really nice man. He was very humble and it was AWESOME to share it with my mommy because she is a HUGE FAN!!!  She wanted to make a sign and I was like “NOPE because I know its going to say something like ‘Pitbull, be my baby daddy!!!’ NOPE NOPE NOPE You will NOT Embarrass me”. HA!!! By the end of the morning we were SOAKED because of the rain, smiling because of the music and energized from the experience.

I would say that this is an awesome KICK START to my vacation. Now I am sitting in my pool with my mom eating grilled cheese sandwiches and drinking coffee. Oh yeh its a great start to my vacation.