Monday, June 6, 2011

What Happens on Mackinac...

I have been MIA for a bit, my apologies to the 16 loyal readers :) Sarah has been absent too... but she has a much busier social life than I do!

After spending Memorial Day weekend up north, it has become official that the only place I get hit on is Mackinac Island. For those of you who are not familiar with this gem of a place in Northern Michigan, it is a 8 mile island with no cars, found here. It probably has something to do with the isolation and copiuos amounts of alcohol consumed that contribute to my phenomenon.

My first encounter with this phenomenon was a few years ago when I ventured up for Halloweeen on Mackinac - traditionally the weekend before actual Halloween and the last hoorah for the season. It is like a cold, clearance sale of booze for all the workers to get dressed up and make some last fuzzy memories for the season.

1st things 1st: since our days of looking sexy to bar hop in the cold are over, we planned costumes accordingly - mexicans (with border patrol escorts). You see, you can fit like 7 layers under a serape and a good sobrero never hurt anyone. But the real kicker were the Poncho Villa mustaches that we women decided to wear. This, my friends, is apparently where my real sex appeal lies. I'm not joking! Please keep in mind that these were the LEAST attractive costumes ever (ok, we could have worn penis costumes... ) Seriously, we looked ridiculous(ly awesome) and I have never gotten hit on more... what, exactly, does that mean?! I think I even made out with someone (the mustache was gone by that point... ) looking like this (I may be smiling but rest assured I am just as wrecked):

Two things are for sure though - I will never drink Mackinac Island microbrew again and I will be back up there for the festivities this year!!

Last weekend I was wearing normal clothes so that makes it a little better... but still. Apparently consuming enough vodka to make me want to imitate the bouncer at the bar (I am awesome at checking IDs and telling people to have a good night, btw) qualifes as a sexy quality. Oh, and my mad drunk bike riding with precious nacho cargo skills is a plus. Even so that the bouncer was asking about me later via text message! If I hadn't been so busy shoving forementioned nachos into my face, I could have probably explored what exactly those said but... eh. I know where to find him next time.

In summation, this is unrelated but makes me laugh.

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