I hope we can still be friends after you read thisJune 26th, 2006 @ 7:00 am
Did you catch the weather report for the Seattle area? It’s hot. So very hot. I know, it may not seem hot to you guys on the East Coast or the South. But it’s hot. Believe me. I came into work today merely for the AC. Babboo is at our apartment with a friend and her own little guy. I’m staying at work for 8 hours (no more, no less) and then going home to swim in our pool with my friend. All hail the pool.
In preparation for pool time this afternoon, I had to make sure I actually had a swimming suit available (and not in storage like the rest of my clothes). Yesterday I found my swimming suit mother lode hidden under our bed in a suit case. I spent the afternoon putting on a swim suit mini fashion show for The King and Babboo.
I’m not sure who enjoyed it more, The King or Babboo. You see, both like my boobies.
Babboo kept smiling at me. I may have even seen him give me a little wink. And then he would laugh. He must have thought seeing his Mom in a bikini was a laughing matter. He was probably right.
The King will verify that I tried on no less than about ten suits. Apparently I became quite the bikini collector last year. It may have something to do with the fact that I actually learned how to swim last year, or that we spent 10 days in Mexico.
Let’s talk about our little trip to Mexico.
The King had been talking up “nudidity” since I met him (it’s a word. I promise. I think). I can’t count all the times I’ve heard about his little trip to a nudist resort in California years ago. He says things like, “it makes you feel free!” and “try it, you’ll like it.” That’s when I give him my reasons for not trying it: “I don’t have a perfect body!”, “I am always too cold without my clothes on,” and the best one “who wants to see me naked anyway?” Of course he has all sorts of responses to my excuses. After five years of marriage I couldn’t keep throwing these excuses at him. I would have to experience it first hand. I would have to go to a nudist resort. And I was going to have to like it.So last summer plans were made to visit a lovely resort in Tulum, Mexico that was “clothing optional”. I took “optional” to mean, I’m allowed to wear clothes if I want? Okay-that doesn’t sound too bad. Plus, I get to go to Mexico. And sit on the beach. And sleep in a hut on the beach. I could handle that.
I began taking a little better care of my body in preparation for our clothing optional vacation. That was the easy part. The King bought me lots and lots of skimpy bikinis for my birthday. He figured the smaller, the better. I think his thinking was that I would feel so naked that I wouldn’t mind just taking the darned thing all the way off. The he started to slowly bring me out of my shell around the house. (Although his promises to jack the heat up in the house never came to fruition.)
We planned on staying at the resort for 10 fun-filled and naked days. We didn’t pack much. I mean, if you’re going to be naked, who needs clothes? I had my stash of new bikinis and The King had his three Speedos. (Yes, my husband took tiny little black Speedos. And he looked HOTT in them!)
I told myself I could do this. I could take my top off. I could introduce my very pasty boobies to the glorious Mexican sun. I like the sun, so I was sure they would like it also. It was just convincing the boobies to come out.
I admit it took a few days. Okay, let’s be honest. It took up until the last few days of our trip. (Do I even need to tell you that The King was naked by day two?)
We got up early, grabbed our sunscreen (naked time can’t take place sans sunscreen), towels, and water and headed to the beach. I got comfortable in my seat, got my book out. And untied my bikini top. The boobies had been released.
That’s when the hippies showed up. To do yoga. On the beach. Right in front of my newly naked boobies.
Yep, just me and the twins and a whole group of hippies four feet in front of me.
There’s no turning back. And there’s no acting cool.
Today at the pool, I promise to keep my top on. I promise.
The King · Vacation
Isabel
said,
June 26, 2006 at 4:27 pm
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. But look at how the text is all jacked up on this post? I didn’t do anything different. Heck, I don’t even know *how* to change the text!
And how did the spacing change half way through? Jeezzzz….
Don’t judge me.
Victoria Winters
said,
June 26, 2006 at 4:27 pm
Oh My! I don’t know if I’d ever be brave enough to pull that one off!
Britt
said,
June 26, 2006 at 5:55 pm
So….were the hippies doing naked yoga??
I bet there were some interesting angles to behold.
H. Squirrel
said,
June 26, 2006 at 6:08 pm
I’m with Britt– were they doing naked yoga? Yoga nudidity? CUZ that could get ugly.
I had NO idea about the whole naked vacation thing, since you’re often reminiscing about (insert dreamy music and sound of waves crashing on shore) Mexico. I think SOMEONE misses exposing her ta-tas (to more than the Sweet Babboo and The King)…
Isabel
said,
June 26, 2006 at 6:22 pm
The hippies were clothes. Thank goodness, as they were really old hippies.
janet
said,
June 26, 2006 at 6:30 pm
i love this story! During my senior year of college, my girls and I took a road trip to South Beach, Miami. We also had to talk ourselves into going topless, which, in the end only 2 of us did for about 2 hours total. (Me and one other girl.) I have to say it was SO liberating! I do think it would have been easier if we had been in a foreign country though…Plus, the beach was CROWDED, so we definitely felt “on display”
Also, I just bought like 6 swimsuits on victoriassecret.com in prep for my wedding/honeymoon. They were on sale, and I figure I really do need them. Let’s just hope they are cute!
janet
said,
June 26, 2006 at 6:31 pm
one other thing - HOT in seattle and flooding rain in DC? What is going on???
Nap Queen
said,
June 26, 2006 at 7:06 pm
OMG, I have such respect for you now (not that I didn’t respect you before, but you know what I mean). I walk around naked all the time at home, but in front of people? That’s a whole different story. Wow. What a cool experience.
Jessie
said,
June 26, 2006 at 7:15 pm
When I saw how hot it was going to be in Seattle today I thought about you and the Baboo. Hope you’re both staying cool.
Liberal Banana
said,
June 26, 2006 at 7:33 pm
I would NEVER have the guts to go nuders in front of other people. GAH. I’m proud of you for doing it though! No crazy tan lines must be great!
It’s raining buckets here. Literally. It. Is. Insane.
Frema
said,
June 26, 2006 at 9:21 pm
An old boyfriend once told me that a woman could wear cleavage-revealing clothing as long as the boobies were bigger than her pooch. Mine are neck and neck these days, so all bumps will remain covered until further notice. I admire you for letting it all hang out!
Lizzy
said,
June 27, 2006 at 2:26 am
Now, I love to swim nekkid. It’s the getting out of the water nekkid part that turns me right off.
I mean, aside from personal vanity issues, with bazoongas like mine…it’s just not practical!
If I open your Flickr pictures, will you be wearing clothes?
kerri
said,
June 27, 2006 at 11:43 am
It was SO sweltering hot! here today, too. Yikes. I think I might pass out if ever I had to live sans air conditioning. Once you have it, you are such a wimp about not having it. Or, more accurately, I AM such a wimp.
K.
said,
June 27, 2006 at 11:48 am
You have more guts than me girlie!
Durga
said,
June 27, 2006 at 12:39 pm
hahha i love that post. so very unexpected of you Isabel and The King who some what came across a bit more conservative than u. donno what gave me that impression.
I think this story will make a great teaching opportunity on a sunday…:P
More pics of Sweet babboo pleasee
Lisa B
said,
June 28, 2006 at 12:44 am
That was funny. I would have NEVER been able to do it. Way to self conscious. Glad to hear it was fun and that you got to “set the girls free.”
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said,
June 5, 2007 at 3:45 pm
[…] May I preface this post by telling you a little bit about myself and how I met Isabel? My name is Brittany, and I blog at Weekday Wisdom. You may call me Brittany, Britt, or even Buttany which is my older brother’s endearing nickname of choice. I found Isabel about a year and a half ago via a link to a link to a link (you know how it goes), and I must say I heart her. She has taught me so much. Before there was an Isabel in my life, I knew nothing about Veronica Mars, Sephora, Rhett Miller, nudist Mexican beaches, or the phrase ‘balls to the wall.’ I am all the wiser thanks to our friend, Isabel. […]
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June 5, 2007 at 9:56 pm
[…] (And also, her and her husband found my blog. Found it! Mere days after writing this post. I will, from now on, just pretend they don’t read it. But only if they promise to not bring up the time The King and I vacationed at a nudist beach at church this Sunday.) […]
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June 5, 2007 at 10:32 pm
[…] Let me just say that if you are in the Los Angeles area, you should be eating at the Geisha House on Hollywood and Cherokee. It is hands down, the best sushi that I’ve ever had. Try the Spicy Tuna with Crispy Rice or the Cowboy Roll. Its like raw fish candy. The front door is a little daunting even for someone as comfortable with themselves as I am. (Read about my Rod Stewart experience or my public nudity.) […]
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June 6, 2007 at 4:31 pm
[…] Every time I look at my own MySpace profile I wonder if he’s found me. What does he think about my life now? Does he wonder what I’m doing married to a brunette and living in Seattle? What does he think about my baby? Does he think I look different? Does he think I’m prettier now that I’ve gotten my teeth fixed? Does he wonder why I’ve posted so many pictures of trips I’ve taken around the world? Does he even know that I always dreamed of traveling? Does he think of me and miss me? […]
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said,
June 6, 2007 at 8:49 pm
[…] relax can mean have some fun doing some stuff and/or have nothing to do but sit naked on the beach and watch the wind blow. we actually stayed at this place in mexico that was basically a gilligan’s island grass hut about 30 feet from the water. there was absolutely nothing to do during the day except sit and cook in the sun. it was great. the food was great. it wasn’t crowded. you could even get naked on the beach. (it took isabel a little while to get brave enough, even though we were by far the best looking people there.) it was a little primitive, but awesome. check out cabanas copal in tulum mexico. if you have the chance, go for a few days. if you’re really ready to relax, stay a whole week. but don’t bring food into your hut. the mice/rats aren’t afraid of people and they WILL come looking for a treat. […]
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said,
September 13, 2007 at 3:58 pm
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said,
October 26, 2007 at 4:21 pm
[…] Since getting my passport I’ve been fortunate enough to use the heck out of it. While I may not travel as much as some people or as often as I’d like, I’ve still been able to visit Mexico three times (one time even staying at a nudist resort), I’ve been to Germany three times, France twice, Amsterdam and Italy once, and Canada too many times to count. The sad thing about this is that very few countries stamp your passport when you enter. It’s a dying tradition and it’s sad. […]
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said,
November 29, 2007 at 7:12 pm
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