With surprisingly no success at all.
(Shut up. It's good to have goals.)
And no, we didn't get kicked out of the hot tub at the Bahia Resort. But we would have, if not for some drunk kids and some very appropriately timed fireworks.
To set the scene, Lola's car is parked in the extra parking spot of a cabin where it appears everyone has gone to bed.
We are in the hot tub, where some nice man let us slip in with him, because we "forgot our room key back at the cabin."
Nick is convincing a small boy that he can do magic, by turning on and off the bubble jets.
Lola and are ......... well .......... plotting. As usual.
Suddenly there appears a very intense looking security guard. "All right, I'll need to see room keys from everyone."
He starts at the other end of the hot tub, like a ticket puncher in a train. "You guys together? Room key? Ok."
Fortunately he's only halfway around before he notices what we'd all noticed earlier, that four teenagers were a bit tipsy. He charged off back to the hotel for 'back up' or something, telling the kids, "Don't MOVE."
As soon as he was out of sight, so were we, leaving a dripping trail as we hugged the wall of tropical foliage, trying to blend in. (Note to self - white tankinis with big pink hibiscus flowers are only good camoflage in a Jewish retirement home in Florida, sitting between two women both named Eunice.) Once out of the pool area, we headed back to the cabin where Lola's car was parked, hurrying as much as we dared, and trying to look casual.
"If there are people by the car," said Lola, "keep walking. That might be what tipped them off that someone was crashing the hot tub."
Sure enough, what appears to be an entire family of roughly 16 people have spilled out of the formerly dark cabin and are standing around Lola's car, looking perplexed.
"Keep walking," Lola hisses through a smiling face. Loudly, she then says, "Brrrrr, aren't you guys cold?"
"Yeah, brrrrrrrr," Nick and I toss back casually.
Just as we are a few yards past the car, the fireworks begin.
God bless the SeaWorld nightly fireworks show.
Right on time.
And God bless tourists. Every single one of them forgot all about Lola's car, and rushed back inside to watch the fireworks from the other side of the cabin.
"Go!" hissed Lola.
And we piled in and made our getaway in a style that would make the Dukes of Hazzard proud.
(Shut up. It's good to have goals.)
And no, we didn't get kicked out of the hot tub at the Bahia Resort. But we would have, if not for some drunk kids and some very appropriately timed fireworks.
To set the scene, Lola's car is parked in the extra parking spot of a cabin where it appears everyone has gone to bed.
We are in the hot tub, where some nice man let us slip in with him, because we "forgot our room key back at the cabin."
Nick is convincing a small boy that he can do magic, by turning on and off the bubble jets.
Lola and are ......... well .......... plotting. As usual.
Suddenly there appears a very intense looking security guard. "All right, I'll need to see room keys from everyone."
He starts at the other end of the hot tub, like a ticket puncher in a train. "You guys together? Room key? Ok."
Fortunately he's only halfway around before he notices what we'd all noticed earlier, that four teenagers were a bit tipsy. He charged off back to the hotel for 'back up' or something, telling the kids, "Don't MOVE."
As soon as he was out of sight, so were we, leaving a dripping trail as we hugged the wall of tropical foliage, trying to blend in. (Note to self - white tankinis with big pink hibiscus flowers are only good camoflage in a Jewish retirement home in Florida, sitting between two women both named Eunice.) Once out of the pool area, we headed back to the cabin where Lola's car was parked, hurrying as much as we dared, and trying to look casual.
"If there are people by the car," said Lola, "keep walking. That might be what tipped them off that someone was crashing the hot tub."
Sure enough, what appears to be an entire family of roughly 16 people have spilled out of the formerly dark cabin and are standing around Lola's car, looking perplexed.
"Keep walking," Lola hisses through a smiling face. Loudly, she then says, "Brrrrr, aren't you guys cold?"
"Yeah, brrrrrrrr," Nick and I toss back casually.
Just as we are a few yards past the car, the fireworks begin.
God bless the SeaWorld nightly fireworks show.
Right on time.
And God bless tourists. Every single one of them forgot all about Lola's car, and rushed back inside to watch the fireworks from the other side of the cabin.
"Go!" hissed Lola.
And we piled in and made our getaway in a style that would make the Dukes of Hazzard proud.
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