GRRRLCATION 2015 Part III

It’s rare that 3 friends can co-exist together for days on end. Someone always gets moody, pissy, tired, left out, annoyed, etc. I’m very proud that within my group of friends rather than being passive with our feelings or frustrations, we simply call each other out if we’re being moody/sassy/feisty/snippy/ridiculous/out of control/snappy. We really have no shame or sympathy for anyone’s sensitivities, and I like that about us. To me, that’s what best friends are all about…They’ll gladly pop your own pimples for you, but as soon as you start arguing about “what time we’re going to dinner” they won’t hesitate in calling you out about your lack of patience…and need to stuff your face.

Day Six: We began our journey back down to Southern California, but had a planned pit stop along the way at The Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo. This place is practically indescribable and perfectly over the top. It’s where kitsch meets gaudy, an American rendition of Versailles designed by RuPaul & Peg Bundy, a sea of pink, a Magic Kingdom for grown-ups if you will. (Not that Disney isn’t for grown-ups!)

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The Madonna Inn is notoriously known for their 110 rooms, all differently themed, no two rooms look the same. We stayed in the Fabulous Fifties room. They also gave us free cookies at check-in, WOW.

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That may or may not be a naked Tina in the reflection…

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With such a short amount of time to take advantage of everything The Madonna Inn had to offer, we made a solid plan that started at the pool.

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Sunbathing & drinking a Moscow Mule

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…and then we started drinking wine, in which the pool bartender kept bringing to us because we’re classy, or maybe because he had nothing else to do…

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…and then I tried to summon the horses outside our room to me, definitely not a horse whisperer.

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After the pool, we got pretty, took too many selfies, and went wine tasting, ON SITE!

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I think the woman in charge of the wine tastings was maybe on her 4th day of employment, being that she kept giving us at least 6oz. “tastings”…Which resulted in us scream talking to every other person that was around…which happened to be mostly couples…all over the age of 50…celebrating an anniversary or retirement of sorts…

“HOW DO YOU STAY IN LOVE FOR LIKE SO LONG?! WHAT’S YOUR SECRET?!”

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Feeling classy at dinner, and maybe really drunk. Drunk enough to order a $28 Caesar salad.

After dinner, we proceeded to take over the dance floor in the lounge (where there was a Big Band DJ) & ultimately offend every single member of the local college’s swing dancing club. Looking at the videos the morning after, we realized we weren’t as spectacular as we thought we were, but damn we felt like Ginger Rodgers at that moment.

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Day Seven: The morning after breakfast in the cafe where the waitresses were dressed as Oktoberfest wenches, the table sugar was pink, and iced teas came with a stick of rock candy…

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…and the cafe dishes were from Syracuse China, RIP! WOW.

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As we made it back to Ventura that evening, very sad and sombre that vacation was ending, our last supper was the ever-so raved about In-N-Out Burger. Yes, all you West Coast people I even got it animal style.

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Perhaps it was a sign to have stayed on vacation in California when my flight the next day kept getting delayed. It was exhausting just sitting there convincing myself over and over again that I didn’t need to go to the self-serve froyo stand in LAX…

But if I didn’t go back to New York, I would have missed an Uber driver standing me up at JFK in 30 degree weather at 1am & 5 in. of snow. And maybe reminiscing on these memories with my two best friends wouldn’t seem so special & heart-warming, and maybe these posts wouldn’t be so corny…

When is my next vacation again?

-ttfn

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2 Comments

  1. Great stories. When does Hart & Garnet premiere on HBO? Also, it’s interesting that I had to read your blog to hear about any of this. What gives? I love story time.

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  2. OMG, I adore your photos of the Madonna Inn. You ARE a horse whisperer… (scream talking?? HA!)

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