Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of what?!

On Day 6 of our tropical vacation, we went on a day-long tour. After spending two hours on a bus driving through the Dominican Republic (for the second time that week, no less, due to inclimate weather), we arrived at a marina where we boarded this catamaran.


The weather was beautiful and perfect for sailing to a tropical island.

All throughout the week, everyone had been approaching our group with questions.

To Ashleigh: "Hey Blondie!" and "Are you Norweigan?"

To Nancy: "Are you Russian? No? Then you must be Polish!"

To Katherine: "You're cousins with her? We thought you were Latina!"

But on the day of the cruise, I finally was asked my very own special question: With a bottle of rum in hand, one of the tour guides approached our group. Mid-pour into my outreached cup, he looked at me inquisitively and stopped pouring. "Baby?" he said with a concerned tone of voice.

At first I didn't get it. "What?"

"Oh..." he trailed off, and continued to pour.

There you have it folks. A dude thought I was pregnant. And I was wearing a bikini at the time. True story.

No amount of turbojam can undo that kind of hurt.


But then I got a coconut and all was well in the world again.


4 comments:

  1. I bet he felt like the world's biggest ass.

    Sweet coconut, what's the green stuff on it?

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  2. Someone thought I was pregnant this summer, it was around the same time another person told me I looked like Miranda from sex in the city. I imagined myself as a pregnant Miranda for quite some time after that.

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  3. Helka4:51 PM

    I love the last picture, you look so happy :)
    miss you!

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  4. That man was obviously extremely dull-witted.

    On the bright side, I've never seen anyone happier with a coconut.

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