The blonde leading the blonde....

When two, ok lets just say it "hot " blonde moms, decide to go on a weekend get away we just might need to add a warning label! This weekend was Fun with a capital F. You would think we would have hit the town and painted it red but after a 7 hour shopping excursion, who had the energy? So we may no longer be party animals but we definatly had no trouble finding entertainment. The entertainment, however, just happened to be us laughing at each other's stupidity most of the time. We started our day off at the outlet mall, and since this was our first shopping trip togeather we layed out the ground rules on the way. For example we do not mind if we get the same outfits but you cannot wear siad outfit to the same function, and if there is only one of a certain item left but we both want it it is first come first serve. So once we were in agreement on the shopping outlines we headed to banana Republic where we struck gold! It was also coincided with a celebration dance of the entry into a new size! Not for me but for my friend, and you ladies all know what a victory that is. Everyone give her a round of applause! We hit all the stores in the outlet and then broke for lunch at one of my favorite restaurants. I loaded up on the carbs I have been starving myself from all week, and then topped it off with a beer. Nothing like celebrating a shopping trip with an ice cold draft beer. Over lunch we talked about how fun we used to be before we had kids and tried to convince each other that we were really cool! Now let me clear something up for you......we are still really fun, just in a different cool mom fun kind of way. So after we enjoyed our meal which we had the pleasure of eating while it was still hot and without little monkeys wrapped around out ankles, we hit a whole new mall, for a whole new shopping adventure. It was an upscale mall and most of the stores were a little too upscale for our pocket book, but that did not keep us from trying on $200 jeans that were two sizes to small and then rolling on the floor in laughter as our love handles wedged over the top. Just when we were starting to feel good about our selves, and still on the "I'm in a new size high" we decided to hit one of those younger trendier stores. We have since pledged to boycott the store for ever and I am about to tell you why. The store is called Hollister and it is one of those stores where they put 4 hot models in the doorway to greet you and smash any little bit of self confidence you might have. we make it through the tunnel of Barbie's ducking and dodging the plactic smiles and find the jeans we are searching for. We were on a hunt for jeans with holes in them. I know we are mothers and we should understand the value of material and not want to buy the jeans that look like they are ready to hit the trash, but we are trying to hang onto our youth here remember. So My friend asks the guy if they have any jeans in the store that are not cut quite so low. After all, I know that when I bend over nobody wants to see my fat butt grinning back at them. So the guy replies with a "trust me because I am the denim specialist and if you want a high wasted jean then you need to shop somewhere else, because we sell low wasted jeans" Translation...."who do you think you are kidding, you might not have your kids with you but you have mom written over your forehead and although you are trying to cling to your hippness you have some nerve thinking you can actually shop in this store" They did not serve "our kind" there. Only Ken and Barbie are allowed to shop there. So lets have a quick recap here. highlight of the trip- new size! Lowlight of the trip- getting "told" by the 19 year old denim specialist!
After 7 hours of shopping our feet were really beginning to drag so we decided to hang up our wallets for the day. We went to check into our hotel in Waikiki. When we got to the hotel we discovered the downfall to a girls weekend. There were no guys to carry all our luggage. Even though we were only staying for one night we had three suit cases and some other smaller bags. It did not help that there was a function going on and we had to park on the 5th floor of the parking garage. So we lug our suitcases down to the lobby, complaining all the way, and check ourselves in. Dropped our bags off with the bell hop and got a foo foo drink for the walk up to our room. So we get in the elevator with a bunch of other people and everyone pushes their selective floor button. We were on floor 25 (which happened to be the top floor). So I push the button for 25 and it lights up for a second and then goes out. I repeat this five times and being the blonde that I am think it must be broken. So we continue to ride up to all the floors and people are getting out at each stop. Finally it is just us and a Japanese speaking women left. I decide to try pushing our button again but still have no luck. Finally the Japanese girl tells us that we have to use our room key to get up to that floor. Except she could not tell us that because she does not speak English so we had a quick game of charades.
So we make it up to floor 25 and find out room. We open the door and thought that we had hit the jackpot. We had a huge room with two balconies overlooking the ocean, a big wooden dining table with 8 chairs, a full kitchen a couch......we were just about to get on the table and ruin the luster with our high heels as we did the "I am a diva dance" when we realized that there was something missing. There were no BEDS! We had passed an executive lounge on the way to the room so we decided to go there and ask one of the workers what was going on. We suggested that they open the room up next to us and we would just have the whole thing. Unfortunately all the rooms were booked on that floor so they found us a room on the floor below. The bellhop met us at the new room with our bags, except one of mine was wrapped in a plastic bag and leaking. Here I am trying to act all posh in this fancy hotel and a beer bottle had smashed in my suitcase and was dripping everywhere. You can take the girl out of the country....but you can't take the country out of the girl. The Bell hop also informed us that we are still on the executive floor and that we were entitled to complimentary orderves in the executive lounge. So we got in our room, cleaned out the beer and glass from my suitcase (luckily it was not the one with all my clothes in it) and decided to hit the free apps. So we get to the lounge and it closed at 7. It was 7:02. We were so bummed and hungry which made us swallow all pride and call the front desk. We asked what the hours of the lounge was and they told us it ended at 7. We went on to tell them that was a bummer b/c since they messed up our room they made us miss it. We were hoping they would provide room service or something for their mix up. They were not throwing us a bone at all and it sounded like he was about to hang up so my friend blurts out. "Well do you have any left overs? " I burst out laughing and the guy as politely as he could muster says "I am sorry mame but we have already thrown them in the trash." You can't say we didn't try. We had plans to go to a great restaurant in Waikiki that night but after a day of shopping we had no energy to get dressed up and go out so we decided to just eat at one of the restaurants in the hotel. We did manage to change clothes and went down for our 8 o'clock reservation. We sat down and looked at our menus and there was not a plate under $25 with $40 being the norm. I am all for splurging on a nice dinner but I refused to pay $35 for roasted chicken. So we ordered some water and when the waiter was not looking we darted out the back door. We headed to a cheaper restaurant at the hotel across the street. On the way there however it began to pour down rain, and we began to look like a couple of drown rats. Still trying to hold our head up high we proceeded up the stairs where I flat out tripped and lay sprawled out on the stairs. Don't worry, nothing but my pride was hurt. We finally sat down to an ok meal and then headed back to our hotel. We sat on our balcony for a few drinks and then rented a movie and fell asleep before it was over. We woke up to a wonderfully sunny day and hit the pool. Only after we crashed the breakfast buffet in the executive lounge. We had to double up since we missed it the night before. We went down and found a couple lounge chairs at the over crowded pool. We get all settled in and lay there fidgety and bored. We were so excited to get out of the house with no kids for the weekend that we forgot to pack any beach stuff. We had no music to listen to, no magazines to read, nothing. So we complained about how hot it was and how we hate to sweat. Soon Mr. Ken and Mrs. Barbie who were on vacation camped out beside us. Now when I say beside us I mean beside us. the pool was so packed and the chairs were lined up in rows side by side. At first we hated them just because they were beautiful but after striking up conversation they turned out to be pretty cool. We told them all the cool places to see and do on their vacation. When we asked if they were married and found out that it was kind of a sore subject because they were not, but had been dating for a long time. So when he was off getting lunch we told her it was time to give him an ultimatum and how she had to start having kids and basically had their whole lives planned out by the time he got back with sandwiches. Gotta love how girls can do that! We decided in the fourth hour that if we got dressed really quick we could hit one more store before it was time to go home. So we said goodbye to our new best friends and headed to what is now my new favorite store. Believe it or not Vanessa introduced me to a store I was a virgin to. It is called Nordstrom Racks and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It is like an upscale Ross with designer clothes slashed down to great prices. it was here that I found my new favorite shirt. I will post it in the pictures of my favorite outfits that Darlene requested but I will tell you about it now. It is a red boy cut fitted t shirt that says Mrs. Affleck across the chest!!! It was on sale for $4.99 but I would have bought it at any cost just to see the look on Ben's face when I walked in the door! So I got the shirt, four other shirts, two pairs of jeans, 4 pairs of earrings, 3 bottles of nail polish, and headed home. Nothing like breaking a new store in well. I was also informed that they get shipment on Thursday so I might have to make a re-appearance! So we were sad as our weekend came to an end, but it was great while it lasted! Thanks to our husbands for being such great sports! I hope you guys don't think you are getting a guys weekend however. Lets not go over bored here!