Part V... The Day We Died. Or... Chillin' At the Hotel

Silly. We didn't really die. We just thought we had. We were some tired people.
I mean... We thought we were hot and tired. But we weren't.
Until the next day.
But I can't go there yet... I haven't forgiven Universal Studios.

On the 6th day of our trip, we crashed. We spent the entire day (minus dinner) at our hotel.
Relaxin'.
I highly recommend it.

We stayed at the Caribbean Beach Resort. Wanna know some cheesy trivia? That's where Dan/Daddy and I stayed on our honeymoon... almost 17 years ago.
Cool, huh?
It's a great resort, and they've made some changes since we were there before. Seeing as how that was a stinkin' long time ago.

The coolest change by far was turning the resort into more of a pirate-themed resort. (You know... "Pirates of the Caribbean.")
If you know me a tiny bit, you know of my love for all things pirate. I mean, Johnny Depp.
Back in the early 90's, the resort was just Caribbean-ish and tropical-y.
Now it's all decked out in pirate joy.

Including, the beds...


And the curtains...


All was not fun and games this day. Sadly, I had to wash a few clothes. Clothes worn for 16 hours at a time in 108 degree weather should not be allowed to sit unattended.

But mostly, we hung out at the pools. Our pirate-themed pools.




This big splash is the boy... coming down the slide...


My two favorite guys... taking a break from trying to drown one another.


And the boy... sitting in his momma's lap... thinking about how to schmooze more souvenirs out of me at the gift shops. I am weak in the presence of cuteness.


Hold on to your horses for Part VI... The Day we WISHED we'd died. Or Universal Studios.