From Feb 12 – Feb 19, I went on a vacation with my fam and our best family-friends who live next door. We were in Jamaica. I was supposed to be relaxing and enjoying stuff like this:
I just can’t stay away from the music, though.
This was on Valentine’s Day (at this point, evening)…we all wandered into the Cohoba Lounge at our hotel, the Ritz-Carlton at Rose Hall (I know, ridiculous! I was in swank paradise, thanks Mom/Dad <3)>
It was a friggin blast. About two nights afterward, I was coerced (not gonna lie, I don’t need that much convincing) to duet on “I Will Survive” at the restaurant Mango’s with the awesome singer there. A guy kept coming through with booze on his head, which was also cool. One of the waiters said the keyboardist thought I was sexy; I turned a lovely shade of tomato and hid my face in my huge frizzy island hair.
Jeez, can’t take me anywhere without a big production, can ya?!
