It's not my first attempt to do New Years Eve sitting on a beach sipping cocktails. Only that last year it ended up with sister and nieces going to bed at 10.30 with a bad case of migraine and being under the age of 10, respectively, me spending the countdown with my wonderful but teetotal brother in law and a magnum bottle of Moet, after almost being hit by a rocket. So I've decided that one doesn't count.
After spending the day chasing after champagne and canapes but settling for Cheetos and cava, which by the way we chilled in our bathroom zinc, I should probably have realised this was not the build up to a very glamorous night.
I did at the very least get lobster. It was yummy and dead.
My sister with kids and boyfriend didn't cave at 10.30 this time. They caved at 9.15. That's PM by the way.
So me and bestie went out to find what the nightlife of Cozumel had to offer. After dodging places under the names of Senor Frogs and Margaritaville we decided to move onto something a bit more classy - the bar bearing the very inventive name of Thirsty Cougars.
Well it turned out we were nowhere near thirsty or lusty enough to fit into that bar. One frozen margarita in, we decided there was no shame in ending your night out on the town at 10.45 on New Years Eve.
Determined to stay awake until midnight and celebrate 2014 on the beach, we headed back to the hotel. Where sadly, we took a nap. Yep, 11 PM on New Years Eve, two women supposedly on the good side of 30 decided they needed a nap to make it until midnight.
11.45, we got up, dragged our asses to the beach along with the remaining bottle of not champagne and waited. And waited. Seriously, 15 minutes have never taken so long.
At the strike of midnight there were... No fire works. Literally non. Just me, bestie and a bottle of bubbles on a very empty beach in Mexico. Not so sure this one counts either. Plus I squirted cava in my own eye.
At exactly 00.05 I decided that as my New Years resolution was getting a decent amount of sleep on a regular basis in 2014, it was time for bed.
The question that remains is, at what age do you pass as a cougar?
Now this is class. |
My HUGE lobster. |
The excitement did wear off eventually... |
Like ice cream this is! |
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