Bri Says:

One sunny day in Cahuita, a small Caribbean town, Ryan and I decided to grab a bottle of vodka, some O.J and hit the beach.  We grabbed our bathing suits, mixed our drinks and off we went.  The ocean waves slammed against the shore and Ryan and I run in.  Mmmm, salty.  After a good swim, we go back to the beach and pour ourselves a drink in our canteen (so technically its about 4 drinks).  It was a perfect day.  We pull out our 20 dollar Mp3 players and let the sun dry us.  I was so happy.  I got up, started dancing around like nobody’s business.  I was feeling so good.  So good infact that my dance moves took control! I dropped to my knees to do my special move in the ocean when I fell and my mp3 player got wet and died instantly.  But that stupidity doesn’t stop me, noo…Ryan and I decide to frolic in the ocean some more.  I guess I wanted to look cool so I kept my sunglasses on but the waves got greedy and stole them right off of me.  God dammit!  The ocean just takes and takes.  Well, that was it.  We decided to leave..I guess.  The next thing I know, we woke up in our hostel hours later wondering how we got there.  The sun, tricky little guy.  You feel good but don’t really feel that inebriated.  Great times, but lesson learned:  The rhythm really IS gonna getcha!