Now to the juicy part…if you’re squeamish you may want to close your eyes to read this! If you just tried this, go ahead and read cause you won’t understand it anyway!
Husband two, who I married a year to the date from when I was raped. Can you say BIG RED FLAG? Honestly, this was love – love of a party. We celebrated our wedding, reception, honeymoon and marriage, drinking hard and fast – for 10 years. We went to Cancun twice, got kicked out of the a hotel for having four people in a three person room. Slept on the beach one night, went through more tequila lines than imaginable, husband passed out in shower and rolled over 12” wide ledge on tub, wrapped a shower curtain around him on way down as I stood in the doorway laughing my ass off! Went to a topless beach where I was the only one in our group that indulged in the tropical tradition while said husband ran off to play with a group of kids. RED FLAG!!! These are just a few of the highlights of the first trip!
And Vegas! Of course, no red-blooded American partier can resist Vegas! It was everything we needed all in one place! Unlimited alcohol, unlimited gambling (at least until the money ran out), all-you-can-eat buffets, naked floor shows, George Carlin, Howie Mandel and that’s just what I remember!
Almost forgot, the annual houseboat trips in Tennessee. I will have to say legendary! First trip – wheeling down the lake and waving back to some people on shore, wait, they weren’t waving, they were signaling for help.
On this trip we happened to have 2 medical professionals on board and they got in a speedboat, went to shore, and tried to save poor Dallas, didn’t happen. Finding a guy that had drowned was a buzz-kill! We invented the 24-hour rule right then and there – no dead jokes for 24 hours! RED FLAG!!
But fun was the name of this game…until it wasn’t…
Read my next post for the rest of the story, to quote Paul Harvey.
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