Love Connection via DrawSomething?

While we were at the beach, A---, B----, C------ (whom I still don't like and hope never to have to deal with again), and I spent a collective total of almost $200 on booze. By Friday night, we had gone through most of it, but still had plenty to fuel one more drunken evening.

A couple hours in, A--- remembered that she had been playing DrawSomething with one of her other friends... two weeks ago. So, she started playing on her phone. One of her opponents told her that she was cute, and she told him she was drunk, so, of course they started flirting.

I'm not sure how long they flirted because my evening ended about an hour earlier than everyone else's because I had to start my three hour long retching-vomiting-dying session.

Anyway, the next morning, while we were making breakfast (I didn't have a hangover mostly because after three hours of throwing up everything but my soul, that would have been karmic-ly unjust), A--- remembered her drunken flirtation, and that he had given her his email.

So, of course, she searched the email on Facebook.

Turns out, he's married. With kids. Classy.

But props to A--- for her close brush with cyber-age romance.

Beach Vacation Wrap Up

In case you don't follow the Tumblr (http://manhuntingexpeditions.tumblr.com/) or the Twitter (https://twitter.com/mhxguide), I spent the last week at the beach. Also, you should follow the Tumblr and Twitter. Just sayin'.

Anyway, I'd like to comment on a couple of things about my trip.

1. The shocking lack of attractive man sightings. It was heart-breaking. The only reason someone like me goes to the beach is for the man candy, so, it was a disappointment on the manhunting front.
2. I don't handle alcohol well. At least not large amounts of it in a single sitting. So, I think that I will stick to just a couple of chick drinks now and then. Because vomit is not attractive.
3. Finally, I'd like to laud the accomplishments of a pizzeria we ate at while we were there. It was freaking amazing, fantastic, Delicious, yummy, and all other positive adjectives. The name of it was Rotolo's, and if you're ever in Orange Beach, AL, you should try it. I had a calzone the size of my head, B---- had a seemingly endless bowl of pasta, and A--- had a super colorful garden salad. Here's the website:  http://www.rotolos.com/

There are a couple of incidents that I'm going to cover in separate posts, but for the most part, my vacation was blissfully uneventful. We played on the beach, ate good food, drank too much, and spent too much money, but it was worth it.

Summertime!

Tomorrow is the official start of summer, which to me, generally means HSV is going to be hot as Hell and miserable, and that I hate Pennsylvania (it's kind of an inside joke having to do with the corporate offices of the company I work for and their lack of understanding of the concept of humidity).

But this year, I'm going to the beach with some friends (and one ex-friend), which brings up a whole new level of summertime misery: finding a swimsuit. 

Have you looked for a plus size swimsuit lately? They're damn hard to find online, and impossible to find in-store! How the hell am I supposed to go to the beach and show of my womanly curves when the fashion industry seems to want to pretend that women my size don't exist? Or worse, seem to think that we should hide our bodies like they're something to be ashamed of?

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not totally comfortable with my body, and I will certainly not be rocking a bikini, but seriously, where can I find a cute suit at a decent price? And why is it so hard? 

It's looking like I'll be ordering a suit from Old Navy, unless I decide to buy bottoms from Old Navy and a tankini top from Target. Either way, I may need to take out a loan to afford swimwear. 

But, hey, maybe it'll be worth it, and I'll meet some super cute guy.