Geordie later pointed out that this was not the most figure flattering swimsuit. Ehhh, whatevs.
The Sunday of Geordie’s birthday cruise was spent in Coco-Cay in the Bahamas. We spent our morning lounging on our $3.00 blow up floats while drinking Bahama Mama’s on the beach. By the way, buying the cheap Target floats was the best idea ever because the floats at Coco-Cay were crazy expensive to rent!
In the afternoon, we scooted over to the pavilion area for the beach barbecue lunch. While we were eating, the cruise game lady announced that there was a hula hoop contest and they needed another contestant. Keep in mind, the contestants for this game ranged from 4 year old to 45 years old, all of the female variety. I’m mid-bite in one of my chicken wings and Geordie just up and runs out to the competition! From my confusion of what Geordie was up to, I could only come up with one logical explanation: Geordie was drunk. My surprise was not unwarranted because for those of you who may know Geordie, one thing is abundantly clear: Geordie is not a coordinated dancer. Nor a good dancer. Nor an enthusiastic dancer. As a matter of fact, Geordie is not a dancer in any definition of the word. Shockingly though, Mr. Awkward somehow managed to not only win the competition, he dominated the competition.
While Geordie was reveling in his victory (he was pointing and drunkenly hooting at the rest of the competition while continuing to hula-hoop), he failed to remember that everybody must pay the piper. As Geordie walked back to our lunch table, a man at the table next to us notified that while he was hula hooping, a flock of seagulls came up and ate his hamburger. At one moment, Geordie was a champion and the next moment he was a chump (unless you already considered him a chump for joining an all-ladies hula hoop competition).