Tres

Ok, let's see if we can wrap this Mexican debacle up.
After dragging myself up the stairs, I lay on the bed with my leg up on 2 pillows with ice. When I got sick of watching Mexican TV, I dragged myself into the shower, got myself dressed and back down those stairs Iwent.
We got a table out on the patio and my husband asked me what i wanted to eat from the buffet. I said,"Nothing, I really don't feel like eating." or drinking for that matter - especially not that watered down wine from the silver water pitchers. When he got back and sat down, the tears started to roll down my cheeks.
Yep, the ole alcohol aftermath. The Happy Hour Haze had worn off and we were smack dab in the Depression Daze. Feeling sorry for myself, feeling like i'd ruined the vacation and just wanting to go home. We were discussing whether to see the Mexican Dr. down the road at the other resort, when I jokingly said,"maybe i should shout out-is there a doctor in the house? "To which my husband retorted, "would you really want one who was staying here? " I laughed and said well i guess not, but maybe we could go up the street to the 5 star resort (ours was a 3).

So i had a little roast beef and mashed potatoes and watered down wine and hobbled down to the bar for a nitecap- a Spanish Coffee, then called it a night. No disco dancing for this girl tonite.