This isn't a post about my underwear. I swear! I've burned all my thongs so I wouldn't have much to talk about, anyways. In true Sisqo fashion, what I'm bout to share is my rather, recent experience over a thong bathing suit purchase.
Obviously before Cabo, I was ordering bathing suits like a maniac. Ordered from Missguided, Revolve, Show Me Your Mumu but never had I bought one from Amazon. After hearing rave reviews from them I thought why not now. There's no time like the present.
I must have been tipsy or something when I came across this suit because I never saw in the description, the word 'thong' anywhere. In my mind, I was dead set this was a Brazilian style suit.
You guys know what I'm talking about. With a Brazilian, you can get your booty a little color but not have your entire ass out there for everyone and the world to see. It's a win/win. Later did go back and look up the title and description...
Ehh I was wrong. So wrong. I received the bathing suit to immediately find my imaginary Brazilian, styled bottoms were a thong. Not a semi thong where there's enough fabric to cover your ass even by a tiny bit. It was a full on sss showing, full moon, floss thin, thong. The only perk to this suit was it's firecracker, red coloring.
Like true Meghan fashion, I tried it on.
I can honestly say now, I'm not a thong person. As much as I'd love to have my entire ass tan, the feeling of floss in my bum while on the beach is not something I particularly wanted to endure. Besides, can you imagine if I got sunburnt? Oh the stories.
I must bid adieu to you, bright red thong. We didn't work out so I burned you like I do with all my exes pictures' aka returned you.
I was recently reading a book where I came across an idea that stuck with me; how we should limit 'should' from our vocabulary.
But wait a minute Meghan. I say 'should' just as much as I say the word 'like' or everyone’s favorite 'um'. Honey, you're preaching to the choir. I'm like right there with you.
So why was this so interesting to me? Possibly because shoulda coulda woulda mostly revolves around criticizing our actions.
“I should be working out instead of watching Grey’s Anatomy reruns.”
*This one happens to me almost every week. I mean old school Grey’s Anatomy, come on!
“I should be eating grilled chicken instead of a chickfila fried chicken sandwich.”
Why is it such a big deal to act like what we’re doing isn’t good enough? Why are we putting so much energy and thought into what we should be doing instead of indulging in what we’re actually doing?
*Side note: as I’m writing this part and asking questions, I can’t help but think of Carrie Bradshaw doing this. It always annoyed the fuck out of me when she asked probing questions in her writing after having a moment with a man or a purse. I gotta quit that.
Point being is not that I reminded myself of Carrie Bradshaw; god knows I’d love to have her closet. The point is I’m going to start enjoying the little, guilty pleasures of life and taking 'should' out of my vocabulary.
I suggest you do the same boo and have no ragrets. ;)
So I’m sharing this a little later than I had hoped. Damn you cold/ flu/ virus that nearly took a week of my life. Better late than never though, right?!?! Besides, it’s not like any of y’all are booking a flight to Cabo and leaving first thing in the morning…
Maybe I spoke too soon but just in case you’re that 1 in a million person who actually is booking a flight and leaving tomorrow, let me share the love of my top favorite things to do in Cabo!
P.S. We stayed at the Grand Solmar for both trips to Cabo. Absolutely beautiful!
Edith’s: There’s no other truer Mexican themed restaurant as there is Edith’s. You know how there can be a disconnect between authentic atmosphere and authentic food in the global world? Not here! No way, Jose! These two worlds join forces to produce superb margaritas, delicious food (omg dat corn chowder tho), and a mariachi band that will have you singing Guantanamera for days. 2nd time around we’ve shut this place down. Yes, the band is that good!
La Dolce: Those who know me know I am not a huge fan of Italian food. However, if there was a La Dolce in Atlanta… I’d eat here every day if I could. That’s how spectacular this local Cabo place does Italian. Get the pizza. Just do it!
El Farollon: There’s never been a more timeless experience than being able to dine on the side of a cliff with the waves crashing below. Don’t worry, they have heaters and blankets in case the ocean air is too intense for you. If this description doesn't do it for you maybe the ranking of this place will. It's ranked as one of the top restaurants, hotels and spas in Cabo, Mexico and Latin America. Imma leave this right there for ya
The Office: No cubicles here! Just some good, daytime beach dining with your feet in the sand and a margarita in your hand.
Cocina del Mar: Another timeless view overlooking the ocean while stuffing your face with seafood, steak and wine. No photos for this one but that just gives you all the more reason to go and experience this exquisite place yourself!
El Squid Roe: This is your trashy, jail looking bar where high school seniors go to get hammered and dance the night away with other sweaty looking seniors. It’s also the place where you, for some odd reason, decide to get table service and wake up with a bottle of tequila with your picture on it. YOLO at its finest.
Mango Deck: To be perfectly honest, the only reason this place is on the list is because I wanted to share with you guys I won a dance competition here and the prize was free bottle service at Mandala. Go, don’t go, I don’t care.
ATVs: Live a little and get your booty in an ATV now! Highly recommend Cactus ATV Tours as we did the Baja Sur. Be prepared to be super dusty at the end and ask for George to be your guide!
Medano Beach: Beach it up! Rent jet skis, rent a beach chair for the trade of a beer or 10, say the word ‘no’ more than you ever have in one sitting. (You’ll get what I mean once you’re there) Plus The Office and Mango Deck are right there. Kill 3 birds with 1 stone!
Till next time Cabo...
May your cacti stay green and prickly, the tequila in those margaritas keep flowing, and the fiestas stay grander than grand