lol.... followed closely by a spirited discussion about (... get ready to clutch your pearls, ladies...) monosyllabic mouth breathing wooters who wear their baseball caps in restaurants.
We put some towels out on a coupe.of chairs before we left last year. 11 months should be early enough to reserve a chair.
We never spend time in the chairs so reserving one is not a priority for us. Stephanie usually comes down with a small pool bag with a couple things we need, but it's not hard to find a friend who lets us stow it under their chair for the day. Somehow we've always managed to retrieve it before heading back to the room and that honestly seems like a real achievement considering that state we've been in at times.
I honestly never know how this is ever accomplished, but I know it isn't by me. I think the girls just have an instinct to grab their belongings before they leave. I normally have to go on a scavenger-hunt for my tank-top, floppers, sunglasses, beer koozie, and brain the next day. Normally, and very thankfully, all located at the premier bar (because lost and found is a pain in the ass).
I think a pair of those single guy spring breakers managed to book during our first trip there. I kid you not they got in a fist fight about one guy moving the other guy’s flip flops. It was a good show right up until they fell into the pool and splashed pool water in our drinks.
Surrounded by boobs & butts, and they're all bent about cheap flip-flops they were destined to lose anyway. Amateurs!
