All I can say is that it’s a good thing we didn’t listen to our mothers and instead went with these strangers in their truck to an isolated beach-front hotel to drink copious amounts alcohol together. It ended up being the best day! P had bought our favorite drinks and got a fabulous beachfront room for us to all hang out in. We spent the afternoon drinking Negro Modelos, hanging out in a Hammock on the balcony, swimming in the infinity pool, watching surfers and enjoying the sun. It was seriously a perfect with only one glitch: it just didn’t make sense. Nice, attractive, smart guys from So Cal doing all this…WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!?!

And so, the weekend didn’t go as expected. It was better. I got to spend the weekend laughing over silly jokes and shared experiences (warning: inside jokes to follow…grilll-grill-griill, ready? that’s epic, for reals? it’s my most excited outfit!). I got to spend three glorious sun-filled days with friends who are really fun (especially Babydoll), fabulous (especially Babydoll), beautiful (especially Babydoll), and always up for anything (especially Babydoll). I discovered that nice, smart, good-looking, single guys from Southern California DO exist. And finally, but perhaps most important, I learned that these sorts of guys are best served all together in a ladle full of man soup!

Seconds, please.

The End.

P.S. Because all the Clara Vista and Cabo Surf Hotel experiences were directly linked to Babydoll’s initial connection with B, she is now officially the de facto Friend of the Year. Your large and extravagant award will arrive in the mail shortly.